Hog seh, di fus wata ‘im cetch ‘im walla…Well, when Aunty Minnie told me she was heading to the south coast for the weekend I did not hesitate to grab the first opportunity to have a potentially enjoyable break. Countless times, I have yearned for a quick get-a-way (don’t we all at some point?) because change can be good (okay, okay sometimes). This time I wanted out; out of the bright lights and the big city. I needed a good ‘ole rejuvenating weekend before work on Monday.
Supmn to boast bout…
“Good-bye Kingston! He-llo St. Elizabeth!” is what I said to Aunty Minnie when we hit the first leg of the highway – I looked behind me and watched Kingston drift further and further away and ultimately out of sight. Well, out of sight and out of mind because I was solely focused on what was ahead. I was like a donkey with blinkers. After a few short hours spent in the car, there it was –the painted canoe. What stories it must tell if it could talk! What adventures it must have sailed! Meticulously carved by the work of a craftsman, probably made from a hollowed out Cotton tree. It paralleled the designs used by Amerindian Indians except, this of course would have been powered by an outboard motor when in water but, alas it was on land, propped up and boldly read:
“Welcome to Treasure Beach.”
Now Treasure Beach is made up of a string of bays and we were heading to one of them. We arrived in Frenchman’s Bay. Yes, it was hot but, I knew it was nothing a dip in the ocean couldn’t fix. Besides, who doesn’t need a tan? Visible proof and a temporary reminder of what my weekend was like. Just around the corner of the giant Cassia tree, nestled on a luscious property bursting with flora and the vast, blue, seemingly unending ocean as its backyard, ‘Katamah’ was a little piece of heaven. As a matter of fact, it had a Moroccan flair. I felt like I had the world at my fingertips. It was beyond breathtaking. My dear beloveds, at this point I am only looking at the exterior of the buildings and its periphery; just awe-making and unique in its own right.
To continue reading, purchase vol.8 #2, 2015 Issue.
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Hog seh, di fus wata ‘im cetch ‘im walla…Well, when Aunty Minnie told me she was heading to the south coast for the weekend I did not hesitate to grab the first opportunity to have a potentially enjoyable break. Countless times, I have yearned for a quick get-a-way (don’t we all at some point?) because change can be good (okay, okay sometimes). This time I wanted out; out of the bright lights and the big city. I needed a good ‘ole rejuvenating weekend before work on Monday.
Supmn to boast bout…
“Good-bye Kingston! He-llo St. Elizabeth!” is what I said to Aunty Minnie when we hit the first leg of the highway – I looked behind me and watched Kingston drift further and further away and ultimately out of sight. Well, out of sight and out of mind because I was solely focused on what was ahead. I was like a donkey with blinkers. After a few short hours spent in the car, there it was –the painted canoe. What stories it must tell if it could talk! What adventures it must have sailed! Meticulously carved by the work of a craftsman, probably made from a hollowed out Cotton tree. It paralleled the designs used by Amerindian Indians except, this of course would have been powered by an outboard motor when in water but, alas it was on land, propped up and boldly read:
“Welcome to Treasure Beach.”
Now Treasure Beach is made up of a string of bays and we were heading to one of them. We arrived in Frenchman’s Bay. Yes, it was hot but, I knew it was nothing a dip in the ocean couldn’t fix. Besides, who doesn’t need a tan? Visible proof and a temporary reminder of what my weekend was like. Just around the corner of the giant Cassia tree, nestled on a luscious property bursting with flora and the vast, blue, seemingly unending ocean as its backyard, ‘Katamah’ was a little piece of heaven. As a matter of fact, it had a Moroccan flair. I felt like I had the world at my fingertips. It was beyond breathtaking. My dear beloveds, at this point I am only looking at the exterior of the buildings and its periphery; just awe-making and unique in its own right.
To continue reading, purchase vol.8 #2, 2015 Issue.
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