Sunny, cloudless skies. In torrential downpour, a cosy feeling that only galvanise roofing can offer.
Country winds generously rewarding the fluffy arrows found on the tops of sugar cane fields.
The bluest sees- not quite. That's what the brochure says. Turquoise is the colour of my true love's ocean. Its frigid waves, early Sunday mornings visit. Our carefully placed towels on car seats to absorb excess sea bath water.
Mommy, Daddy, P and me.
The power has left me.
I am no longer convinced by Spirit to tell you how beautiful this place was to me as a child.
This begins the 'Why I left Barbados' series.
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