Sugary sand and turquoise seas are always familiar bedfellows for photo ops, but I love this memory of Barbados because its visual composition—the angles of sea and sky, clouds and seaweed—remind me of the many facets of this tiny island nation that kept me captivated.
The island is serene with its liquid blue panoramas and fiery with its Friday night fish fests at Oistin’s. When I visited in 2009, this beach near the fishing village was virtually deserted, yet five feet behind me the street was alive with throngs of revelers taking in the annual fish festival. Calypso music blared over loudspeakers and vendors beckoned, hawking great big Dora the Explorer balloons for kids and the obligatory rum drinks for adults.
Though its “Little England” roots include pints of Guinness and polo ponies, Barbados’s West Indian vibe of Mount Gay rum, frangipani-scented winds and the glorious Caribbean sea remains a treasured memory. Φ