Of Hammocks and Island Breezes (Day 1)

I am balanced precariously on a hammock on my friend’s verandah. It is one of those wrap-around ones and it hugs the three bedroom bungalow on two sides. I have my own room and bathroom and use of the whole house. There is a jacuzzi on the back deck; I spent my first night sipping on Ginger…

Hello, My Name is…

I sat with my friend Nana as we settled in for the four-hour journey putting our snacks and water bottles in the back pockets behind the seats.  We were fussing over who got the window seat. “Hey! Where are you ladies from? I heard an American accent,” he flashed a smile our way as Nana…

Personal Space? What’s That?

“Madam I will be right back!” he mouthed as he walked by, establishing eye-contact when I looked up. He was dressed in a blue uniform with his baton hanging from his belt. I assumed he was as one of the security men who patrolled Coconut Grove’s beachfront. Confused I nodded figuring he feared for my…