Most of us know Jamaica as a land of resorts, ever more of which constitute lands bounded by fences, inside of which enterpreneurs of a wholly different scale, if not sensibility, than the ones invariably hawking jerk chicken and less legal smoked goods outside the gates- endevor to meet vacationers' every need for a week or two. But the similarity ends here. Probably because they consider Jamaica their adopted home, Bluefields' owners, Alexandria-based accountant Braxton Moncure and architect Deborah Moncure, have taken some evident care in developing, since the early 1980s, their organically grown string of resort villas. Jamaican antiques, including exquisitely carved mahogany four-poster canopy beds, grace the rooms. If you want to know what a Caribbean island looks like before Sandals, you might want to visit Bluefields soon.
Meals are eclectic and wonderful, routinely served among china, crystal and linen.
There are fresh flowers in a Wedgewood vase in your bedroom. There are small boats, floats and a windsurfer available. When you walk down to the long, narrow private beach in the morning, or one of the small swimming pools at sunset, someone has generally gotten there first with towels and cold drinks.