An ode to my dear, beautiful, little coral island of Barbados. You became the adopted home of my father and his parents, my mother’s entire family, and even act as the final resting place to three of my grandparents. I will always feel like a little piece of me was left on you when I first visited at the young age of four, and it’s that little piece that continues to bring me back to you. Some of my earliest childhood memories are from this trip, like swimming in the ocean during a downpour, or coming face-to-face with a ginormous Bajan bumblebee in my Aunt Merle’s garden.
I adore this island and crave it often. This initial trip to the country instilled this adoration in me. Plus, they make some damn good rum and beer.
P.S. I hope my cousins and my sister don’t kill me for publicly posting a picture of their awesome 80s hair.