FEBRUARY 15, 2013
FLIC EN FLAC BEACH, MAURITIUS.
I could not stop gushing during this layover. First of all, we stayed at this absolutely lovely hotel by the port view at Port Louis. It is called Labourdonnais and inspired by the glamorous era of the colonial times. We all got this big rooms with a balcony that opened up to an unlimited view of the ocean that splashed just below us. All of the bed linens were monogrammed. I haven’t had that for the longest time. In fact, almost everything in the room has that Labourdonnais logo, to the point of being tacky. But, well, I am liking it. Even the bathtub waterfaucet knob wears the logo.
It got the whole crew so excited that everyone came down for a drink and dinner. I swear the pianist had magical hands and just continuously played the classics while this nightingale of a woman sang French love songs. The pair were so perfect for each other that I did not mind my lackluster dinner. As long as they keep my wine served well-chilled, my evening is perfect until I doze off in my bed.
My sweet and cozy bed.
THE DAY AFTER
The next day, I woke up early, especifically to have a long and slow breakfast buffet. The moment I smelled the ocean and coffee, I knew it was going to be a good day. My waiter spoke French, pulled my chair, unfolded my table napkin and even pressed my coffee in front of me. The amazing piano maestro was back too. I even saw a couple of birds flying in to the room and trying to get some crumbs from the bread and pastry table. It was like a fairytale, it was almost ridiculous. Hahah!
WE ARE READY FOR THE BEACH!
HERE WE ARE. Flic en Flac is Dutch for flat and plain land. Aside from the crushed coral bits that hurt your feet in the water, Flic en Flac could be the best public beach that I had been to. The water was crystal clear, the beach was clean and the beach goers were free from the usual noisy crowd and annoying vendors that frequent public beaches.
Hitting the beach again with the most adorable local boy.
40 MINUTES BEFORE LEAVING THIS PIECE OF PARADISE.
THEN I FOUND MY SON’S NAME ON A ROAD SIGN. Wherever I am, you are with me forever.
WHEN IN MAURITIUS, LEAVING NOTHING BUT FOOTPRINTS. TAKE NOTHING BUT SUNBURN. 😉