“There was a magic about the sea. People were drawn to it. People wanted to love by it, swim in it, play in it, look at it. It was a living thing that as as unpredictable as a great stage actor: it could be calm and welcoming, opening its arms to embrace it's audience one moment, but then could explode with its stormy tempers, flinging people around, wanting them out, attacking coastlines, breaking down islands. It had a playful side too, as it enjoyed the crowd, tossed the children about, knocked lilos over, tipped over windsurfers, occasionally gave sailors helping hands; all done with a secret little chuckle” - Cecelia Ahern
Here is the first of many Anguillan posts, showcasing this island's beauty. The crystal clear waters of Barnes and Meads Bay seem to change color as the day goes. Beginning as vibrant blue and then turns into deep purple as the sun melts into the horizon. The waters would change each day from strong 20 ft. waves crashing over the hidden caves of Barnes Bay and the next day would be still as glass. The hidden beauty and mystery of the ocean is always mesmerizing to me. Especially when displayed in Anguilla.
