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Of the few stores situated on Anguilla, I saw two that were named \u201cLimin\u2019,\u201d and they were wildly different. One was a boutique that sold high-end, brightly covered beach apparel and jewelry. The other was a large, run-down grocery store that sold the likes of Spam, sweetened bread rolls and coconuts.<\/p>\n

It took me longer than I care to admit to sound it out \u2014 \u201climin\u2019\u201d I thought, pronouncing it aloud with a short \u201ci\u201d like I was saying \u201cTim.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, liiiimin’,\u201d corrects my cab driver and native Anguillian, Lowell, while maneuvering his van along one of the few thin streets in the country. \u201cYou know. Call up your buddy, ask what they\u2019re up to. They\u2019ll say, \u2018Nothing, just limin’.'”<\/p>\n

Limin\u2019 means hanging out. Chilling on a porch. Shooting the shit with friends. While the term is used throughout the Caribbean, on a recent visit to this tiny, 16-mile-long island located off the coast of St. Maarten, I realized that \u201climin\u2019\u201d is an ideal way to describe Anguilla.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHere we sell a whole lot of nothing,\u201d says Lowell, as we drive past scraggly overgrown yards that contain goats tied up on pegs, rusting cars and the occasional, brilliant bougainvillea vine.<\/p>\n

He\u2019s kind of right. While other islands in the Caribbean would have been packed with tourists over spring break, Anguilla seemed empty. Beaches were void of crowds and chatter. Nobody tried to sell me anything — not even a wooden trinket carved into a turtle or marijuana joints the size of cigars, like the onslaught of vendors I have endured on other islands that cater to the cruise crowd while \u201climin’\u201d at the beach.<\/p>\n

While you can definitely sprawl, cocktail-in-hand, on white sand for days, there is an unexpected energy to Anguilla that makes it a uniquely interesting place to visit. There\u2019s a wildness to this island that complements rather than contradicts its cerulean seas, five-star hotels and fancy restaurants.<\/p>\n

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For example, time your trip right and you\u2019ll experience Festival del Mar<\/a>, a bustling seafood festival that takes place over Easter weekend. With over 15 vendors, this small but growing gathering of locals and tourists alike jives with folks noshing on fragrant seafood soup, johnny cakes (fried dough accouterments about the size and shape of small bagels) and some of the largest spiny grilled lobsters you\u2019ve ever seen — brushed with spiced butter and plated with lemon halves.<\/p>\n

Nobody serving rum punch, the island\u2019s beverage of choice, seemed to know what it was actually made with. Maybe some sort of fruit juice? I never found out, something that would have bothered me in my food-conscious home city of Boulder. But, hey, I\u2019m limin\u2019 man. Sure, I\u2019ll have a rum punch, pineapple from concentrate, be damned.<\/p>\n

This is what Anguilla does to you. It prompts you to release. Just be. I whole-heartedly adopted this attitude.<\/p>\n

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One afternoon, my group and I aimed to have lunch at Scilly Cay, a miniscule island — we\u2019re talking a shack and a couple palm trees, here — located within sight of Festival del Mar. To get there, guidebooks say to walk down to the end of the dock and wave your arms in the air \u201clike an idiot\u201d (that\u2019s literally in the guidebook) in the general direction of the island. We did as told. Eventually, a small blue-and-white motorboat roared up and locals and tourists crowded in. At Scilly Cay, we ordered grilled chicken, more lobster, more snapper, pasta salad, garlic bread and yes, more rum punch.<\/p>\n

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There are fancier ways to \u201clime\u201d while in Anguilla, too.<\/p>\n

I spent the duration of my stay at the Sheriva Villa Accommodations, a collection of luxury houses that featured up to eight bedrooms each. When checking in, I found that my room is not a bedroom but a suite, complete with a king bed that overlooks the ocean, a kitchenette, a Jacuzzi tub and a shower that had several spouts (umm, even one that\u2019s derriere high — what\u2019s that all about?). In the morning, I practiced yoga on both (yes, there were two) private balconies.<\/p>\n

If you really want to splurge, stay at the newly built Zemi Beach House, a gorgeous resort with 63 rooms and one of the most impressive open-air spas I\u2019ve ever seen. Have lunch or dinner at Zemi\u2019s 20 Knots restaurant, which dishes out freshly caught seafood served in a style I\u2019ll describe as “sophisticated casual.” Think yellowfin tuna ceviche served with potato salad, and grilled corn mixed with feta and fresh herbs. The restaurant overlooks the award-winning Shoal Bay East, a beach praised by top travel magazines for its powdered-sugar sand, diminutive waves and textbook turquoise water. It\u2019s impressive, to say the least.<\/p>\n

Fancy accommodations and delicious meals are great, but most Caribbean islands have beautiful beaches and hotels and good food.<\/p>\n

Anguilla is different because it makes space. The country gives you time to think.<\/p>\n

It motivates you to sit at dusk and notice how you can see increasingly more stars at every passing moment. It gives you time to stand for an hour, as I did one day, looking at the ocean crash upon jagged rocks and unpack thoughts usually masked by work or errands or relationships. In Anguilla, I dove into the chasms of my own mind and thought about the person I wanted to be, not the person I\u2019ve been told I should be.<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t visit Anguilla if you want to hike or run or mountain bike or rock climb. And don\u2019t visit this island to read, either. Put down the book. Turn off your cell phone.<\/p>\n

Instead, go down to the shore and stare into the brilliant blue-green sea. You\u2019ll find your answers there.<\/p>\n

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Stay<\/strong><\/p>\n

If traveling in a group . . .
\nSheriva Villa Accomodations<\/strong>
\nVillasatsheriva.com<\/a><\/p>\n

If you\u2019re a foodie fanatic . . .
\nCuisineArt Gold Resort & Spa<\/strong>
\nCuisinartresort.com<\/a><\/p>\n

If you\u2019re looking for some serious R&R . . .
\nZemi Beach House Resort & Spa<\/strong>
\nZemibeach.com<\/a><\/p>\n

Eat<\/strong><\/p>\n

For masterfully prepared Japanese food\u2026
\nToyko Bay<\/strong>
\nCuisinartresort.com\/Tokyo-Bay<\/a><\/p>\n

For upscale fare with a beach-chic vibe\u2026
\nBlanchards Restaurant<\/strong>
\nBlanchardsrestaurant.com<\/a><\/p>\n

For authentic Anguillian brunch\u2026
\nTasty\u2019s Restaurant<\/strong>
\nTastysrestaurant.com<\/a><\/p>\n

For French-Thai-Japanese fusion with a mind-blowing view\u2026
\nHibernia Restaurant & Art Gallery<\/strong>
\nHiberniarestaurant.com<\/a><\/p>\n

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About the Author<\/strong><\/p>\n

By Jenna Blumenfeld<\/a><\/span> \/ <\/a><\/span><\/p>\n

Jenna Blumenfeld is a Boulder, Colorado-based writer and editor with a knack for creative and captivating storytelling. A deadline-driven wordsmith, she mostly covers food, travel, and outdoor sports. When not writing, Jenna can be found skiing, rock climbing or road cycling. Check out her work at JennaBlumenfeld.com<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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