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"Sad Stories About Leaving St. Barths"
St. Barth's Goodbyes Are Always The Hardest...
By Terrance Rey
When I was a kid growing up, the saddest song I ever heard on the radio was "Tell Laura I Love Her" by Ray Peterson.
Ever since, leaving anywhere or saying goodbye to a place I love brings back that song to my mind from the depths of my boyhood memories.
So I am sure this New Year will be the saddest time for many people leaving St. Barths like many other departures in the past as every departure from St. Barths has a hint of sadness to it. Many ease the pain by ensuring that they have already a villa for the next year reserved, the deposit paid, and thus knowing exactly when they'll be returning to St. Barths.
Some leave without knowing when they will ever return to St. Barths. LIke the sad story that occurred many years ago when a wife and her husband and their two kids, now adults, after a lovely family vacation on St. Barths, their fifth trip, but due to unfortunate "life circumstances" they were facing upon their return home, knew in her heart that this was quite possibly their last trip to their favorite place on earth. Taxiing down the runway to leave St. Barths on that dreaded morning, she literally shed tears. It was a physical pain in her heart, she wrote explaining to me.
The saddest story I read about a place in St. Barths was about Autour Du Rocher. It was the location of the first disco in St. Barths. Autour Du Rocher burned to the ground in 1991. It was the end of an era in St. Barths as well. There are many pictures of Autour Du Rocher. Below is one such photo found on Instagram, published by rob_b72 and which I republish here for the viewing pleasure of my readers. It is a photo that reminds me of the bygone days of St. Barths of old with partying deep into the late night and wee hours of the morning. The saddest part was that there was always an early morning flight that had to be taken, leaving St. Barths behind until the next time. At least, that was always the hope....
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"Sad Stories About Leaving St. Barths"
St. Barth's Goodbyes Are Always The Hardest...
By Terrance Rey
When I was a kid growing up, the saddest song I ever heard on the radio was "Tell Laura I Love Her" by Ray Peterson.
Ever since, leaving anywhere or saying goodbye to a place I love brings back that song to my mind from the depths of my boyhood memories.
So I am sure this New Year will be the saddest time for many people leaving St. Barths like many other departures in the past as every departure from St. Barths has a hint of sadness to it. Many ease the pain by ensuring that they have already a villa for the next year reserved, the deposit paid, and thus knowing exactly when they'll be returning to St. Barths.
Some leave without knowing when they will ever return to St. Barths. LIke the sad story that occurred many years ago when a wife and her husband and their two kids, now adults, after a lovely family vacation on St. Barths, their fifth trip, but due to unfortunate "life circumstances" they were facing upon their return home, knew in her heart that this was quite possibly their last trip to their favorite place on earth. Taxiing down the runway to leave St. Barths on that dreaded morning, she literally shed tears. It was a physical pain in her heart, she wrote explaining to me.
The saddest story I read about a place in St. Barths was about Autour Du Rocher. It was the location of the first disco in St. Barths. Autour Du Rocher burned to the ground in 1991. It was the end of an era in St. Barths as well. There are many pictures of Autour Du Rocher. Below is one such photo found on Instagram, published by rob_b72 and which I republish here for the viewing pleasure of my readers. It is a photo that reminds me of the bygone days of St. Barths of old with partying deep into the late night and wee hours of the morning. The saddest part was that there was always an early morning flight that had to be taken, leaving St. Barths behind until the next time. At least, that was always the hope....
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