So there I was, at the Sulphur Springs Mud Bath in St. Lucia, being smeared with green mud all over my body: two layers first to exfoliate, then sprinkled with black mud, a guide making designs in stripes and handprints as if my arms, face and chest were a canvas. Allegedly the mineral waters into which we were submerged washed off 10 years along with the mud. I’m pretty sure my husband didn’t notice any difference.
Thus began our full-day adventure aboard the Carnival Sailing Party Cruise “Castries to Soufriere Adventure” outing. Next stop: a “refreshing” dip in the Toraille Waterfall. The only reason to do this is for bragging rights, and you have to recover from the chill before loudly exclaiming, “I did it!” But oh yes, that felt good. The snorkeling we did later—after a lovely buffet and rum punch—had its own appeal: colorful fish in much warmer waters. I did feel a tad guilty, however, that I had just eaten a relative for lunch….