Local Bajan Color

For some reason, Blogger has been down the past couple of days and deleting previous posts and sending out old posts (My old Oscars post? Really, Blogger? Could ya make me look any more dated?!).
So, I’m re-posting this one…and, by the way, for Jeannie, Bay-jjun, as it’s pronounced, is the name of the people, the culture, the British-West African language…and, here we go again….
I know I promised a fashion wrap after the trip, but this is the style, as I saw it. There were purchases made, though, and more about those at a later post.
Please feel free to comment directly to the post, if you like, don’t like, want more, etc. I would love to hear from each of you!
 Talk about “southern” hospitality. 
And naturally there’s a connection to Charleston; the sun-bleached hues of the Caribbean colors on homes, buildings and shops reminded me of Rainbow Row, while in the 1600s, seven of Carolina’s first 21 governors were from Barbados decent. FYI, this 166 square mile island ranks in the top 20 of the world’s smallest countries.

 Apparently, the long, narrow side porch, most often associated with Charleston homes and the need for catching the breeze, was brought from Barbados. Cited is the Arlington House Museum in Speightstown, although we did not tour that landmark.
 Wow, acid rain. I thought the only blistering would be coming from my sunburn!

Okay, I guess I’ll have a Caucasian????

 So pretty in pink.

It’s rum, right?! Cuz rum is the local product.
All I want is a white picket fence. Sigh. At the water’s edge. Double sigh.

 Time stood still for us. It was noon the entire time we spent lunching on the waterfront downtown Bridgetown.
 Reminded me of our beach wedding seven years ago. Honestly, I kinda was thinking of this trip as a honeymoon addition to our initial mini-moon in Montauk.

 Local sea flora.
Local seaside fauna.
We kept seeing these huge, beautiful caterpillars around the hotel grounds, first stage to lunar moths, I believe.

He’d rather be surfing. Or at least jet skiing!
 The view from our balcony at Divi Southwinds…after we changed rooms. Initially we were over the front parking lot and the busy main highway. Our second room was a little smaller, but definitely felt like a vacation destination. After all, we have a street right outside our window at home!

And, as our pilot quipped when we landed,
“now back to reality.”

Oh, the Pristine Beaches of Barbados

What a get-away!
St. Lawrence Gap, Christ Church, Barbados. Need I say more?!
Well, I could say this — the view as we were landing was spectacular, setting the tone for the next couple days.

And then, of course, this —

Sunset our third day there. It was raining the afternoon we arrived and pretty much poured the whole next day, but we took advantage of that weather to a) not get sunburned our very first day and, b) take the local’s bus downtown to Bridgetown to explore shops, get a phone card (although Verizon, surprise!, does work on this island) and dine al fresco on the waterway.
The weather was perfect from there on out and we relaxed on Dover Beach, jogged, swam, ate local cart food for dinner — flying fish is a national dish —  and thoroughly enjoyed life the Bajan way.

Dinner out our last night at Pisces, a somewhat pricey, touristy place, but lovely on the water, and later as a sliver of the moon shone over the bay. Notice it’s a sliver from the bottom, not from a bit off the side, as we’re used to at our longitude.

And this as we landed the next day, back at JFK five days after leaving–