the places we go
Aaah Barbados! It’s one of my favorite places in the world. One that holds very significant childhood memories. I had my first kiss in Barbados. I think?! It was also the last vacation we took as a family before my parents separated. It’s where I spent hours telling my aunt my teenage woes and helping my little cousins figure out their math homework. It’s where I spent hours mastering my backstroke and floating techniques. A place I spent nursing wounds deep in laughter with cousins and friends alike. For me Barbados was where I held some of the nicest memories– seemingly endless summer days spent laying out on the white sandy beaches under the scorching sun rays. The warm ocean breeze blowing through my hair while navigating the waves that wanted to swallow me up. The turquoise blue Caribbean ocean so clean so clear I could see my feet at the bottom as schools of fish swam by. The nights were vibrant with Calypso music at St. Lawrence Gap, a fish-n-chips dinner at Oistins would end a night in laughter with new friends met just a few hours earlier. The places we go… they leave imprints on our hearts. The people we meet and how they make us feel build fortes in our memories. The first-time experiences forge new pathways for confidence and adventure. The conversations in these places, with these people, at these times– enrich, edify and encourage us. The newness of a place that is not home but rich in its own culture stretches our senses beyond our own familiar world. Sometimes they are the in-between moments of everyday life. Sometimes they are short detours on the way in to work. Sometimes they are a planned three days, two weeks or three months of summer but whenever and wherever these moments happen– in the places we go… we must remember to be actively present and cherish their value.