The crisp scent of salt carried in the air. The roar of waves crashing on their first obstacle for 3,000 miles. The long stretch of blue meeting blue along the horizon. The powdery-soft sand sinking between toes. The pungent aroma of seaweed so strong you can almost taste it. Bathsheba is a small fishing village …
My intention for the first month of my new nomadic life was summed up in one word: indolence. Or, more appropriately for my locale: liming. (Liming is Bajan for chilling out, especially with friends, food and drinks.) I needed time to reset and re-evaluate given my new reality. Running around the island sightseeing and eating …
I relaunched this blog, and then promptly went and turned my life upside down, so now I’m back with this post! The seeds of this massive life upheaval were planted long ago. My obsession with travel runs deep, and for several years I daydreamed about running away to Cambodia to spend my days on a …