A Very Fine Thing
The sun goes down into a bank of heavy clouds while light waves wash over the beach and the tropical breeze makes the palm trees dance. The smell of the salt water mixes with the aroma of grilling fish, and in the background the whistling frogs have begun their evening chorus.
This is the Caribbean.
I’m on the south coast of Barbados for a bit of vacation, near the town of Oistins. I was last here before I turned 5, which is to say quite some time ago. I have a few scattered memories of the island, mental snapshots & cameos. They’re too fragmentary to really represent a sense of place. Though my family lived on the island for 3 years, certainly the feeling I have coming back here after so many years is not what I would call “coming home”. But there is definitely something about this place — the sea air, the waves & wind, the small towns & cane fields, the people and their voices, the fish markets, the crowing of roosters… there are connections.
I have to say — an evening in the Caribbean is a very fine thing.