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At this point in time, to quantify America’s collective wanderlust would break any scale. After over a year of stay-at-home orders and hardline international restrictions, long-distance traveling is no longer a forbidden indulgence. And as demand for hotel rooms spikes like shares of GameStop in January, so too has supply in countries around the world where vaccinated Americans are now welcome again. Whether your yen is for
Qu’ils mangent de la brioche vibes at Catherine Deneuve’s former chateau, sunshine and the succor of a Caribbean seafront cul-de-sac, or late-night cocktail klatches with Holborn hipsters in a moody-blue London cocoon, all of these extravagances and more are on offer.
Gay Nagle Myers
How a Caribbean island and a Caribbean hotelier are coping with a second border closure at the height of the peak winter season is just one story, among many, during this pandemic.
The eight-square-mile French island of St. Barts, 22 miles southeast of St. Maarten, had reopened on June 22. But it wasn t until the Caribbean s Festive season swung into full gear that its visitor surge began to take off: More than 4,300 passengers arrived on commercial flights to the island between Dec. 19 and 31, only 17% fewer than the same period in 2019, according to figures released by the Collective de Saint Barthelemy.
Editor s Note: Those who choose to travel are strongly encouraged to check local government restrictions, rules, and safety measures related to COVID-19 and take personal comfort levels and health conditions into consideration before departure.
I ve been wading through the calm, cerulean waters of the Grand Cul de Sac a coveted reef-protected reserve in St. Barts for about 15 minutes when I look back at the palm-fringed shore hundreds, maybe thousands, of feet away and realize I m still only waist deep. The shallow lagoon lends itself to taking in the surroundings a kitesurfer skimming the crystalline surface to my left, a couple finding their balance on paddleboards to my right, and the susurrus of the sea all around. I attempt to snap a mental photograph, when my husband pops his head up, sputtering and pointing down: Turtles!