Of the seven islands we visited on our Caribbean cruise, Guadeloupe was probably the least exciting (for me)—which is not a bad thing, it just means we spent more time close to the ship enjoying everything the Star Clipper had to offer. And don’t get me wrong, there is plenty to do on Guadeloupe; most of it simply requires a long drive and more than a brief afternoon in port, and we wanted to maximize our time on the island. In this case, that meant viewing it from atop a pair of water skis.
One of the coolest things about the Clipper, I thought, was the fact that they have a permanent sports team on board with all sorts of complimentary activities offered in each stop, from kitesurfing to snorkeling to wakeboarding. Lovely Swedish Ellen was one of the three-(wo)man team, and after we spent the morning piddling around Grand Anse, which didn’t have a whole lot that held our interest, we headed back to the Clipper for lunch and hopped aboard Ellen’s zodiac.
SVV had not been water skiing in at least five years—we used to go out on the Delta in California with friends and he’d get out there and show his stuff, but it’s been quite a long time—and he hopped up on just a single ski like he does it every day of his life. Frustrating (for me, who can do about any sport but water skiing!).
So you know what’s coming next: Despite not having any intentions of skiing, as I’ve attempted it many times over the past 25 years to no avail, I hopped in the water, not wanting to be shown up by my husband. What can I say? My competitive side always wins out in the end.