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2007 seems to be my year for "homecomings". There are some firsts in everyones life that are permanently etched in the memory. Your first day at school, your first love, the birth of a child....well, I will always remember the first time I flew into St. Kitts. A sense of peace enveloped my soul and I fell in love with an island. But over the years we have had a rocky relationship... a best of times/worst of times scenario- She can be heaven or she can be hell. Yesterday, St. Kitts was at her very best. The sun was shining, the gentle breezes were blowing and the ocean was as luring as a teenage boy with promises of "forever".
2008 started how 2007 ended- me with a mop in my hand but after a very quick COLD shower things picked up. New Years day lunch at Scott and Heather's was very tasty and the pumpkin pie was to die for. Next up was an afternoon at the beach.
Now I know that Kirsty is reading this and questioning the choice of beach over carnival, but for some reason, other than the obvious, it just seemed right. St. Kitts and I have both changed over the past 20 years but I am not ready to totally trust just yet. To jump into the spirit of something as demanding as carnival was too daunting a task...a sort of, let me ease into the waters at my own pace, type thing. I know that to truly appreciate St. Kitts you have to put both feet into the water, not the one foot here and one foot there that Scott and Heather are trying but it does take time. What ever works for you.
In St. Kitts, love affairs are fleeting. Certain restaurants are in favour, then they are out. Its the same with beaches and the seemingly new phenomenon..the accompanying beach bar. BTW Dont people know that for absolutely years, St. Kitts managed with just the Monkey Bar and Anchorage? Is this really progress? Anyway, yesterday with everyone in town, we could have had our choice of any beach but Friars Bay it was. It was a calming, refreshing, relaxing and peaceful experience. The break I needed from the disorganized stress.
Following the delicious late afternoon nap ritual we went to the Caribe Cafe for ice caps... a deference to the North American life style I could quickly learn to forgive...if not for the calories that will quickly mount up. I will justify it by saying that it is a local couple who have returned to St. Kitts and found a niche that needed to be filled. Besides, Angele endured many a bumpy ride to school through the cane fields with the crazy white woman driving the tip prone, open air Suzuki. As Scott says..."we were the only children that arrived at school already dirty"! So to patronize their effort is only fair and besides the stairs in this place are built such that you are doing lunges every time you go up and down. My calves and thighs will be like a German swimmers before I am through and so hopefully the waist line follows suit.
Speaking of driving... we stopped at the fire station on the way so that I could get my drivers license. Tell me, where else in the world can you walk into a place at 7 o'clock at night on New Years Day and get a drivers license?? Love it!
A curry chicken wrap and 2 frappaccinos (there is no suggestion in spell check for that word..lol) later we walked around the city center and looked at the remaining carnival stragglers still dancing up a storm, eight hours later. Scott was itching to join in but the slightly terrified look on Heather's face and some sort of sense of responsibility quickly put an end to that idea. It was a nice end to a day that started a New Year. I think my heart is starting to melt but then the power went out 3 times during the night and my security guard wont let me leave the door open all night to get the breeze. Like I said, It can be heaven or it can be hell.
Happy New Year everyone. Above all else, I know that I am lucky enough to have the most amazing family and I love you all more than words can say!
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Love the pictures from post before. It doesnt look so bad. A few designing inspirations and that living room will be looking very "KB" chic.
I think you can go back "home" but not to the time or the experience.
The island has changed and dare I say it you have umm... matured.
The beauty, the weather, the landscape, the spirit, the sweet scents, the music (Wilma), the lure is still there insisting just like that teenage boy. The problem is that now there is that niggling doubt when the boy says "forever".
Love ya
Frappuccinos and the beach over Carnival? Wow. I would say "say it ain't so", but you've already said that it is.
I was looking at the Carnival photos and dancing in my seat to the rhythms I could imagine were playing and even BoB was getting into the groove. Part of me hoped that you'd give in and just have a peek. Maybe today? I am still holding out hope.
In regards to The Pad; it'll get there. You've not even had a week to make a mark. Though you've got a challenge on making the sofa comfortable! That gave me a backache looking at it.
Though who really needs a comfortable sofa and proper table linens when you can sit outside and watch the palm fronds dance in the ocean/sea breeze?
When times seem frustrating there, just think... "at least I'm not in Milton Keynes" (where we are supposed to get 3-5cm of snow tomorrow). It works for me, only I open my eyes and it goes away because I actually am.
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