Month: September 2018

Writing From “Hell Froze Over”, Barbados

September 30, 2018

Despite my best intentions and a lovely picture in my head of hopping around the globe with nothing but backpacks and a sense of adventure, not having a local “home” is rough.  That $%^&# is hard work!  If Thailand taught me 1 thing, it was that we need a base of operations.  It could be…

Holetown, Barbados

September 16, 2018

“Ouch!  Direct hit!  Nailed me in the arm!” Me to Evie. We were in a game of dodgeball-lite, using little green apples we found on the beach. Me to Scott, “Incoming on your 8!” He narrowly avoided a lobbed apple from Jack. The beach is a 5-minute walk for our little rental in Holetown Barbados. …