Frangipani Hotel Bequia

... so that we could see into the volcano crater and take photos………but ……nothing. It was too cold to wait motionless for long – so it was time to retrace our steps back to the minibus for a celebratory rum punch! Fun!

That cloud heralded our only run of bad weather…..and boy, does it know how to rain in the Caribbean!......so, many crosswords and sudokus later, it was off to the airport for our flight to Barbados!

... heavy seas were beam on all the way. The ferry rolled from 45 degrees on one side to 45 degrees on the other....imagine the pendulum on a grandfather clock - quadruple its movement and then invert it - that's how lovely the ride from Bequia to St. Vincent was. But we did it, and neither of us seasick - not that we didn't feel like it - just couldn't afford to let go with either white knuckled hand. But hey - there we were in Kingstown - St. Vincent!

... are rewarded with a rare glimpse of the authentic Caribbean that, at least on other, overcrowded and resort lined islands, seems like only a fairly tale. In Bequia everything is local- from the shops to the top hotels, all is authentically Bequian and everyone is better for it. Here there is no need for gated communes or warnings to stay on the resort. One can take a leisurely stroll down the bayside Belmont Walkway at anytime ...

... the sailor is about to kick when the sandy attack suddenly halts. After a brief pause, he feels soft, round stones falling, brushing his hairy shins and nestling in the sand between his legs. Feeling braver, the sailor sits slightly up to take a peek. At his feet he sees a rare, hawksbill sea turtle, large and dark like a shadow on the sand, laying her eggs. Amazed, the sailor does nothing but watch. He cannot move, that much he ...

... as I think of how ridiculous I was to think I could actually escape Dubuque. The whole concept of escapism is nothing but a bunch of Hocus Pocus, an impossible fantasy. I realize that where I am from creates a Dorothy Effect in my perspective, causing me to see the world through the eyes of a Dubuquer when I am gone and to see Dubuque through the eyes of a stranger when I return. Which is exactly why everyone must travel. Read More at Klenske, Ink.

... streets, efficiently named Front Street and Back Street, can *************sidered a city. Yet it is here where all of the island's energy converges. Besides being the starting point for the hotel and restaurant lined Belmont Walkway, the city proper has its fair share of attractions. At the very least, a stroll down harbor lined Front Street and back on neighborly Back Street gives you a glimpse of day-to-day ...

... a little sleep time by attending to little Andrew. Andrew was cute as a button and very agreeable throughout our visit. He looks just like pictures of his dad at the same age but we think he has Joann's nose. One day, Bill drove us up to Milwaukee so that we could see where they would be moving and where he would be working. We were impressed with the number of theaters and music venues and the lovely riverfront restaurants and walkways. They reminded us of Chicago. The ...

... the top of the mountain that overlooked the bay. It was really quite neat. I saw centuries old canons and armaments and the fort itself. The view was beautiful. As we drove back to my hotel, we passed a building, larger than most, that looked rather indescript with windows wide open. There were goats, dogs and cows around the outside. I asked what it was. When I was told it was the hospital, I became a bit more aprehensive about my ...

... see someone, who wasn't me, pick up my suitcase and head out. Well, being the shy and reserved person I am, I run after him and every so politely point out the fact that he has my suitcase. He actually tried to keep it! I became a bit more vocal and he gave up and handed me my own suitcase. I wonder if I would have ever seen it again had I not spotted him with it. I am thinking I would never have seen it again. What do you think?