June 14, 2006

My wife, Amy, and I were looking forward to a second honeymoon in the Caribbean.  Financially it was a stretch for us, but we felt that five years together in marriage is an important milestone and deserved a special celebration.  We were attracted to Saint Lucia because of its beauty and lush greenery. Also helpful in our decision to visit the island were the web reviews of Saint Lucia as a honeymoon destination and Oprah Winfrey’s wonderful comment that the Pitons Mountains are her number one spot to visit in a lifetime.  Additionally we saw a delightful eco-lodge overlooking one of the Pitons and the beautiful Caribbean Sea at the Mago Estate Hotel website.  Their rooms hang on cliffs and have one wall completely open, so you feel like you are immersed in the beautiful scenery.  We were sold on the beauty of Saint Lucia and we decided on the Mago Estates in Soufriere.  In a million years we never would have anticipated the danger and the horror that we experienced there.

On the fourth night of our stay, Amy and I were woken up at two in the morning by two men who had broken into our locked hotel room.  There was a man at my side of the bed and another at Amy’s.  Both men are young:  young twenty’s or even teenagers.  They have thin but muscular builds.  They are black and speak with Caribbean accents.  The man with me stands maybe 6 feet tall.  The man with Amy stands that tall at the most.  He probably is shorter.  Both men have shorter hair hidden under knitted ski caps:  The kind of headgear you would expect a burglar in the movies to be wearing.  Both men have African noses.  The man with Amy has very thick lips and almond shaped eyes that looked East Indies. He also has skin so smooth that it looks like he isn’t shaving yet.

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