Tobago Burn

The beach was really this perfect.

I started the day with a visit to a beach that I had almost completely to myself.  The white sand and turquoise water were quintessentially Caribbean, and I had so much fun swimming and reading my book that I lost track of time—a critical error in terms of sunblock re-application.  I was mostly in the shade and was diligent about wearing my hat, but…my legs received the biggest sunburn I can recall.  Welcome to the tropics!  At least the book and the swimming were good.  Sadly, my legs now matched my fuchsia swimsuit and it was only the start of the week, but good times were still ahead.

Around lunchtime I met my hostess for the rest of the week, a friend of my coworker’s who’d graciously agreed to let a stranger stay with them in their cabin on the northern shore of the island.  Adana is a native of Trinidad, and her husband, Keith, is Canadian.  Together, they’re an awesome duo and I couldn’t have asked for a better place to stay.  Granted, it was a bit rustic (the water pump decided to break right before my trip), but their friendliness made up for it.  Plus, I got all the hammock time I wanted for reading.

Paradise.