Juanillo Beach

After a four year absence, we returned to the Caribbean earlier this month – Punta Cana, to be specific.

While our location within the area was technically Cap Cana, our resort ended up being a short walk to Juanillo Beach. A day trip there was a highlight of our first visit to the Dominican Republic in 2017.

While I’ve seen nicer white-sand beaches (such as Grace Bay in Providenciales, Turks and Caicos), I wasn’t going to turn my nose up at this.

We walked Juanillo to a point where one could see Cap Cana itself off in the distance.

As on that previous trip, tall, lanky palms and piercing aqua blue seas were abundant here.

Assuming it’s one of the area’s lovelier public beaches, with plenty of shaded spaces to suntan and relax along with a bar/grill where we dined on lobster, grouper ceviche and frozen cocktails for lunch.

This little hut further away from the shore caught my eye; it reminds me of something from Gilligan’s Island, even though I believe that was set in the “Pacific” rather than the Caribbean.

Even when strewn with algae, branches and other detritus, the sparkling blue of the skies and water renders this an idyllic view.

Thrown in some leaning palms and the view is arguably even better.

Walking back towards our resort and another horizon.

One could see what was technically the southern end of Juanillo Beach from our room’s deck (as well as the odd, castle-like structure to the right, part of the adjacent Sanctuary Cap Cana resort.)

While it’s usually sunny in Punta Cana, there was a passing storm midway through our trip; it was worth it for the brief rainbow afterwards.

Afternoon at Iguana Island

Five days into our Turks and Caicos trip, we signed up for an afternoon snorkeling excursion, part of which included an hour-long stop at Little Water Cay…

…also informally known as Iguana Island, for reasons that will soon be apparent.

A couple of bright orange-beaked birds near the shore.

Little Water Cay is long and narrow; squint and you might see the opposite shore.

Not every track came from a human.

Here come the iguanas!

They allow you to get pretty close, though I wouldn’t be in a hurry to stick out my hand.

The opposite shore, I think–we were easily turned around at one point.

Color like this is what I come to the Caribbean for.

Make that late afternoon at Iguana Island.

It wasn’t long before we had to head back to Grace Bay.

On the way, we docked near here and were invited to ride a water slide from the boat’s very top on down into the ocean.

Sunset approaching.

Grace Bay beckons.

We fondly look back at the setting sun after departing the boat. A half-day of sea, snorkeling, conch salad and plenty of rum punch comes to a close.