St. Marteen! Sean, Irene & I's Honeymoon

"Where are you going on your honeymoon?" I was asked quite a bit.
"St. Marteen"
"Oh! Cool.... Where is it?"
"The Caribbean"


That's all I knew about this little island. I was so so so excited to travel somewhere new. I knew that it was a half french/half dutch island. I figured it would be like Hawaii times 1,083,492. Nope. I really should have done more research. No one mentioned it was a third world island. Oh well. Sean and I love exploring. I don't mean to sound ungrateful. Sean and I picked the spot. It would have all been impossible without both of our parents. 


Let me back up a little bit. We were married Friday, August 19th in Newport Beach. Before we flew out of LAX on Saturday, we had a few hours to hit up some of my old stomping grounds. By that I mean restaurants of course.

Toi Thai on Sunset Blvd. The atmosphere is as good as the food.

We were all set to board a convertible van for Sean's first celebrity home tour. (Yes, I've done many and am known to correct the driver when they get their celebrity 'facts' mixed up).

Sadly the tour wouldn't get us back in time to get to the airport, so we didn't get to go. Next time!

No complaints because it gave us enough time to get over to Magnolia's for a little banana creme pudding. :)

We made it to LAX and boarded no problem. (Shout out to Daddy Lamb. He flies A LOT and basically rules the skies. He hooked us up with sweet airline privileges. We flew like a boss. THANK YOU!!)
When we landed in Miami for our connection, both Sean and I's phones rang. The airline was informing us our connecting flights were delayed. Whaaat? Why?! This little lady was just getting started out in the Atlantic ocean:

Who invited Irene?! While we were in Miami Irene was simply classified as a 'tropical storm'. The airline couldn't promise us when/if we'd be getting to St. Marteen. All me knew was the storm was headed to towards us in Miami. Bummer.


Daddy Lamb set us up with some sweet accommodations in Miami while we tried to make the most of our time there. We took advantage of a sweet cuban restaurant while we waited to hear how many more days we'd be stuck.

Good news, Irene started to head toward America and we were able to fly around it the next day! 

This is Maho Beach.   St. Marteen is one tiny island!

Our home, Simpson Bay Resort

Our sweet rental. Sean looks really good behind the wheel. Makes him look so strong.

Basically we hit road everyday. One stop light on the entire island. For the first we days we just drove around to different beaches.

We loved the beaches with fruit drinks.

Yes, the blender is powered by a car battery. Awesome.

A typical view out of the car window at night.

St. Marteen definitely has some of the best water I have ever swam in. It was tough to enjoy when the locals hardly let you rest-- they're so pushy with their products. I hated waking up to the option to buy a puka necklace...

Orient Beach, probably our favorite beach on the island.

I spent most of my time in the sun shaded. I'm just sensitive like that.

Sean wanted to leave the winner of the hand stand contest up to you readers. So please feel free to vote in the comment section.

While Irene was making her way up the U.S. coast, we enjoyed beautiful weather. It only rained once- on our scuba diving trip. Ironically it was clear the entire boat ride out, until we got in the water. We couldn't have planned it any better.

 I've been certified for close to 10 years. My dad has always spoiled me setting up my equipment - I learned I wasn't very good without him! Sean has swam and played water polo for years so I wasn't worried about him getting used to scuba diving. It was cool to be there for his first dive. Typically new divers go through air much faster than 'seasoned' divers. Nope! Sean was so calm and could have stayed down much longer than me. 

He had a little trouble equalizing at first but got the hang of it.

The weather had cleared up by the time we surfaced. We're guessing our masks got mixed up. You can see how tight Sean's was - and mine was leaking the whole time.

The next day we took a ferry to the french island of St. Bart's. Certainly not the 3rd world accommodations we become accustomed to. It was beautiful. Far more expensive, but beautiful.

We spent most of the day at the french Shell Beach. Sounds fabulous right?...

No, it was actually pretty painful to walk on. The water was awesome though.

Happily returning the rental car.

As you can tell, we were TIRED. We flew back to LAX then drove to Utah the next morning in time for Sean to start school on Monday. Sigh. I'm certainly missing it right now. THANKS AGAIN to our amazing parents for such an incredible trip!