Pink Sand and Goombay Smashes

That head you can barely see is me. No one else around!

Harbour Island is, for me, the physical embodiment of that place you’re supposed to go to in your head when life is about to give you a rage-induced stroke and you need to calm down...

After a 3-hour flight from Toronto to Nassau, and a 20-minute flight from Nassau to North Eleuthera, you take a short cab ride to the dock. Then, a ten-minute boat ride takes you to Harbour Island. It’s in that time, with the wind in my hair, and a bit of mist from the sea hitting my face, that I can feel all my muscles relax, and calm wash over me. This is where I stop being the judgmental bitch on the subway who rolls her eyes at people for blocking the doors, and I become, well, laid back.

Depending on your needs, there is either enough to do or nothing to do on HI. No casinos, no chain restaurants, no big hotels, no golf courses, no movie theatres. But, you can get fabulous food, go snorkelling, rent a boat for a tour, bike around the island, get great cocktails, or just stroll along the Best Beach in the Caribbean.

Most visitors come back annually. I am about to visit for the sixth year in a row, and I plan to extend that. There is so much to love about Harbour Island, and I hope to continue introducing it to friends.

Best. Drink. Ever.

This is the Frozen Goombay Smash at Rock House. We dropped by for a drink before dinner at The Landing a few years ago, and it was love at first sip. More friends come every year, and every one of them thinks it’s the best drink they’ve ever had. It’s like liquid ecstasy. I am instantly in a good mood when I am sipping this goombay smash and watching the sunset from the Rock House terrace. Last year, we stopped by almost every evening, and I’m sure we’ll do so again starting a week tomorrow. Don’t ever change, Frozen Goombay Smash!

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