I know most people make promises they can’t keep for the upcoming year. Continue reading
My hair came back from Barbados with a serious case of identity crisis; it simply refused to believe it was no longer in Barbados.
I can’t blame it. My name was on the plane ticket and even I can’t believe I’m no longer there.
Since I hadn’t cut my hair in nearly six months, two weeks of sun, heat and swimming in the sea amounted to about two years of damage. So about a week ago, I decided it was time to live up to my promises to myself and cut it short. Continue reading
Things have been a bit topsy-turvy since we’ve been back (more on that later), but now it’s finally time to dish out some Barbados recommendations.
As I mentioned previously, Barbados is a friendly, laid back place. We stayed in St James, on the West coast of the island, where things are significantly quieter than on the south coast (so I’m told; honestly, I didn’t go see for myself). I probably wouldn’t recommend the west coast if you’re travelling on your own, but if you are, the chatty and amiable taxi drivers on the island will be your best source for recommendations. They are kind of like the guardian angels of the island – they see everything and everyone. Continue reading
All good things come to an end, I guess. The Angry Chef and I are getting ready to go to the airport in a few hours, with the windows wide open so we can enjoy the view, the sun and the sound of the waves as much as we can. Continue reading