By the time anyone reads this, the venerable Starfish St. Lucia will likely be only a memory as it goes in the wrecking ball in May. Why, then, write a review for a resort no one will be able to visit again? I asked myself the same question, but something compels me to commit to paper… or pixels… a week of memories and feelings that deserve to be commemorated. Before I booked my week at Starfish in April, 3034, I read the reviews. The hotel was scheduled for demolition at the end of April, and I had some misgivings about booking into this “last chance resort”. I read the reviews. They neatly divided into two extremes: One or two star, “avoid at all costs” warnings, and four and five star “amazing say in paradise” commendations. As the price was right… more than right… exceptional in fact… I booked. After my week in St. Lucia, I can tell you that both extremes of these reviews are absolutely correct, yet the star level associated with the feedback I think reflects more about the reviewer than the vacation being scrutinized. Let me walk you through a few of the highlights. Is the resort a bit tired and faded? Yes, like Katherine Hepburn was a little tired and faded in the latter days of her career, yet she and Henry Fonda still created On Golden Pond. You can chose to focus on the wrinkles… the cracked concrete and the faded paint, or you can appreciate the classic ambiance of a resort that reflects a humbler, simpler, more intimate experience. Might you wait a little while for your your drink at the bar? Absolutely. The staff, in the last days of the Starfish, were a meagre crew just barely able to staff one bar at a time. However, they did so with style, good humour, and a level of service that belays their level of compensation. And I can choose how I react to the first-world problem of having to wait 5 minutes for a pina colada. I can wine, and fret, and let it sour my mood, or I can talk to the people I’m in line with. Like the couple there with the 17-year-old daughter who honeymooned at the Starfish 20 years ago. Or that fellow from Cape Bretton who just got out of the Forces and is celebrating finishing Golf Caddy school… on the Army’s dime! Do you have to get up at 6:00 to guarantee you have a lounger in a prime spot by the pool? Ok, this was enough of a concern to me that I actually brought my own lightweight collapsible beach chair with me. And yes, the chair game is real (as it is in many of the other resorts I’ve been to), Certainly, there were some who found this galling, complaining that on their vacation they should be able to sleep until noon and roll out to a private cabana in the shade. On the other hand, you can hook with 6 incredible new friends who take turns waking early, grabbing the very best spot by the pool--- three strokes from the swim-up bar, close to the snack shack, and a straight run to the ocean. Oh… wait… I suppose that makes me part of the problem. But it was pretty awesome. Is the beach incredible? Ok, even the one-star reviews have to admit this. The beach is a long crescent of soft, warm sand with nary a sprig of seaweed. The bay is filled with moored boats, big and small, and an aquarium of sea life awaits the snorkeler just offshore. Pigeon Island is a short (well, a bit more than half an hour) hobi-cat sail away, if you have a skilled captain. Add a few new friends to float around with in Rodney Bay, and this is a little piece of paradise. Is the food really that bad? Yes, and no. Breakfast is all you can ask for, especially when you find the secret stash of banana bread. Lunch at the beach snack bar was also quite good, though I agree you might have to have an extra St Lucia Surprise or two while waiting for it to arrive. The evening meal was… well… it was food. And I did have some really excellent goat (although it was labelled Chicken Oregano). Again, our band of April Fools took this in stride as well, walking down the beach or across the road to a wide variety of very reasonably priced and high-quality local eateries. Heck, we paid Cuba prices for our St. Lucia digs. Spending a few bucks in the local economy was all part of the experience. I travelled to St Lucia as a “single supplement”, expecting to spend the week reading on my balcony, snorkeling solo, and minding my own business. What I experienced instead was magic, coming together with a group of new friends from across Canada, and spending a very busy week in paradise. My days were filled with challenges, adventures, deep conversations, and pure joy. At the end of the week, I left feeling very good about the Starfish. I left feeling very grateful for the new friends I made there. I left feeling I’d been made better by the experience. Not bad for a last-chance resort.