A Glimpse of a Country

My darling husband and I just returned from a  25th anniversary cruise of the Southern Caribbean, and had a marvelous time.  Now that we are back to reality (!!!) and away from the sun, sand, total spoiling, and relaxation, one of the biggest things that stands out for me is all the wonderful local people we met along the way.  We decided to be independent explorers on each island, and just hire local taxi drivers when we got there to take us to cool places and tell us about them on the journey.

Two standouts were Delaney on St. Kitts and Ralph on Barbados.  Two extremely intelligent and interesting men who seemed to know everything about their countries.  I tell you, I would be a terrible taxi driver for Virginia, where I live.  People would get in my taxi, ask me some questions, and I would be like, “well, ummm….let me think….”  🙂

Delaney was a mechanical engineer who had lived on St. Kitts all his life, had an 87 year old mom that we waved to on her front porch as we drove by, and had snowy egrets camping in a tree outside his neighborhood to ward off the tics.  Ralph likes to travel to Florida, but always comes back to Barbados, had 11 brothers and sisters, and sings in an amazing baritone in his church choir.  We had a blast singing in his cab to Nat King Cole, Hank Williams, and sixties Motown.  He says that goat’s milk has great health benefits and stopped at a goat farm for 20 minutes to get a fresh glass for himself on the journey.  🙂  Good times, nice people, wonderful memories.  Have a great weekend!  Slainte, Lisa

Delaney(trying to scurry out of the picture)  taking us through Brimstone Fort on St. Kitts.

Delaney(trying to scurry out of the picture) taking us through Brimstone Fort on St. Kitts.

 

Ralph from Barbados, on the path to North Point.

Ralph from Barbados, on the path to North Point.

 

 

How to Not Look Like a Tourist, but Still Get the Picture

One of my big things when I travel is that I don’t want to look like the typical “tourist”…different clothes, awestruck look on my face everytime I see a new thing, inevitable camera firing away at everything.  Yet, the more I think I about this, how can you avoid it?  I mean, you can try your best to dress similarly to the native population, and adopt similar cultural mannerisms, but you NEED the pictures.  When I get home, I get so much pleasure from looking at all the pictures again.  They capture the moments; moments that you might forget otherwise.  So the camera stays…they’ll just have to know I’m a happy tourist.  Here’s Amy with her Princess camera….she started young.  🙂

Slainte, Lisa