Vieques is everything you imagine a virgin island would be, and somehow it’s even more – more beautiful, more fantastical, more unforgettable
Building excitement as we fly into Vieques in a tiny antique plane of questionable stability – this time I wasn’t as scared as the first time!
The Vieques hills from our plane
A silver sky
Arriving at the W Hotel – one of the many paths that lead to the ocean
A friendly wild horse following us around for treats
My first day lounging in one of my favorite daybeds by Patricia Urquiola
Despite my mom’s broken toe, my adventurous family decided to go on a 1-hour-long hike to explore an abandoned lighthouse
My uncle provided entertainment via his portable ipod boombox carried in his bookbag 
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We arrived at the mouth of a cave that sprayed cool mist high into the air
Finally! The Puerto Ferro Light in all its crumbling splendor!
My brothers found an entrance to explore inside the lighthouse
The view from the top (we climbed some very precarious stairs and out a hole in the ceiling to get up there)
From there, we spotted a private beach! Can you see my brother?
The view from the back of our Jeep – headed on another adventure
My first day at the pool wearing a Marc Jacobs bikini
Walking around one of the highest hills on the island
A majestic view of the Esperanza islands and the Caribbean sea
My aunts and I spent all day at this pool
Contemplating the view wearing an American Apparel bandeau bikini top
My favorite part of every evening
My brothers and I watching the sky on fire
One of our last nights sitting by the fire pit drinking mojitos at the W Hotel
Our love for Vieques is well documented – and still, it’s unsurprisingly easy to fall more and more in love with it after each trip. The untamed wildness of the island matches the equality untamed adventurous spirit of my family (my 60-year-old aunt went island hoping on a boogie board!). We can’t wait to hop a tiny suspect plane, tumble in the sand, and fight mosquitoes to be there again…