Posted On: January 3, 2010
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When you gather up your gumption and step off the Reality Train, expect impressions and mindshifts to happen–especially if you’re returning to an idyllic place that’s been home before. Comparisons of “here vs there” are…
Posted On: January 3, 2010
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One year ago today, our bonafide BreakAway of 69 days had just begun. By the time it was done we had hopped between five West Indian islands and enjoyed a grand family adventure.
Yet even…
Posted On: February 18, 2009
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On the last island (Bequia), it was called the “Dollar Bus.” Here, it costs about the same, and is sometimes called the “Reggae Bus.” They are privately owned vans that run established routes, all across…
Posted On: February 17, 2009
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Beer tastes better down here (if that’s possible). It goes well with seafood, sailing, sunning, and as a palate (and/or body) cleanser for the salt after swimming. While all beer is good food, a few…
Posted On: January 31, 2009
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Getting to Grenada is not easy. Maybe that’s why tourists are relatively rare, and an “undiscovered” label still sticks in most guidebooks. That’s all good by me. We came here, 12 degrees north of the…
Posted On: January 25, 2009
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After 18 dreamy days, it’s time to depart this Paradise. Happily, the BreakAway is not over; we set sail for Grenada at 7 am. But like most packing days, this one brings waves of emotion…
Posted On: January 24, 2009
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Within moments of landing on this island, one is struck (almost literally) by the plethora of mini-vans bearing massive monikers in front, blasting deafening reggae, and driving like NASCAR wanna-bes. They’re called “the dollar bus.” …
Posted On: January 23, 2009
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Word of warning to future island-hoppers: Beware the goats and sheep. And their kids. I mean, they are everywhere—EVERYWHERE! On St. John, where goats are preferred, herds of them can appear in the road around…
Posted On: January 17, 2009
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Insects and infections. Noisy nights and strange neighbors. Hyper dogs and bored offspring who don’t yet understand “Island Time.” Not nasty enough? Okay: Rude dude choking his chicken in the bushes below our balcony; hostile…
Posted On: January 12, 2009
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On islands everywhere, Sunday is Local’s Day. Most shops are shuttered. Eateries open only limited hours. And folks of all sizes, ages, and colors congregate at the beach for an all-day affair. Tourists are welcome…
