
Everyone complains about the flight to St. Barth's. Someone recently described it to me like this: "You come over a mountain, the pilot cuts the engine, and then you drop to the tarmac"—which is true, but the journey is a little less scary than it sounds (the "mountain," for one, is a very small, scruffy hill). The requisite knuckle-whitening puddle-jump to arrive on this rugged tuft of seaside real estate, however, delivers you far from the hustle of so many other Caribbean retreats. Here, the food is taken seriously (this is a part of France, after all) and the shopping is equally as memorable. Casual chic is the dress code everywhere from a boat ride along a deserted beach to dinner at ever-popular Maya's.
So, it was with great anticipation (and a slight case of nerves) that I set out for St. Barth's to spend three glorious days at the Eden Rock, in the newly opened Villa Nina...
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