Nestled in her 1960s hillside home perched high above the glittering ocean, Julie Lea awakens every day to your sound of rustling palms, chirping wild birds while the mild bleating of goats that wander a farm that is nearby.
Vibrant flowers rush from the gardens surrounding her house, and when sheвЂ™s up early sufficient to understand sunrise вЂ” which she frequently is today вЂ” she watches from her terrace due to the fact West Indian sky goes from black to grey to an eruption of pinks, oranges and yellows.
вЂњThere is something magical about life right here,вЂќ says the 76-year-old artist and painter, whom along with her writer spouse of 50 years, moved full-time towards the Caribbean area of Bequia in 2005. вЂњWeвЂ™re 50 stories above the beach below us, thereвЂ™s endless sky and clouds and activities, we hear the birds within the trees, weвЂ™re surrounded by nature and plants. ThereвЂ™s a calmness we just love.вЂќ
SheвЂ™s been dreaming of the life since 1978, when she first saw Bequia through the deck of a sailboat that is steel-hulled she and her now-retired spouse Doug вЂ” who have been then staying in Virginia with two sons вЂ” had chartered with friends. Enchanted by the rich turquoise of the waters while the lively parade of people, we anchored in the bay,вЂќ she saysвЂњ I started drawing pictures the minute. вЂњ I was instantly enchanted by this island.вЂќ
Though Doug had originally hoped to retire in France and also continued a road that is few through the nation scouting spots, вЂњhe quickly underst d the winters are c l there,вЂќ Lea вЂ” whom says she never questioned that Bequia was the location for them вЂ” jokes, adding that heвЂ™s happier in Bequia and indulges in French-language movies regarding the island.