The day I hate most on any vacation arrived; the day I had to leave and return home. But, I must say, as much as I loved it in Barbados, I was ready to get back home and see my cat, Captain Jack, and get back to my regular life. It’s true what they say about the Caribbean – time really does slow down. A week at home flies by in the blink of an eye while a week in the Caribbean feels like a month. I don’t know if this phenomenon has ever been scientifically proven but it’s well known among seasoned travelers who spend a lot of time in the region. Perhaps it’s the laid back lifestyle of the islands or perhaps the Caribbean is located in some sort of space anomaly or black hole that makes time go by slower. Whatever it is, a week is usually plenty of time for me and by the end of it, I’m sad to leave but ready to head home all the same.
Naturally, it being my last few hours on the island, I spent them at the beach. With my belongings packed and my bill at Angler settled, I set off down the street for the last time. My little “private” stretch of beach was empty as it had been all week. Just the way I like it. I took one last dip in the warm, tropical water and lay on the beach with my book for a while, loving every moment that I felt like a lone castaway on some deserted island before I boarded a plane back to my own (more crowded and not so tropical) little island up north. While my last night in Barbados was full of lasts, my last day in Barbados was full of last lasts. For example, there were three last times on the beach because each time I turned away to walk towards the road to leave, I would only turn back around take in more of that soft sand and warm blue-green water. When I left my apartment for the last time, it wasn’t the last time because I would come up with some excuse to return several times just so I could take one last look at it again…and again. I get a little attached to things. I grew attached to my little “private” beach and that morning walk to the fish market and my little step where I sat and listened to the cicadas sing to me every night.
Back at Angler, I said my goodbyes to Chandra, Jake, Amy, Lennie, Cocoa and Frisky and waited with my luggage by the gate.
So, what is my verdict on Barbados? Loved it and yes I would return! First of all, the weather was great. Although the forecast called for thunderstorms and rain all week, I only heard one clap of thunder one night while I was in bed and experienced one 5-minute sun-shower. As for the food? Well, let’s put it this way. I’m a vegetarian. I don’t like chicken or fish and many people who know me well call me a “picky” eater. My close friends and family often comment that they think I will starve to death when I travel because I’m picky. I don’t see myself as a picky eater. I am quite adventurous with my food as long as it’s vegetarian and doesn’t involve seafood of any kind. But perhaps to you, that classifies me as a picky eater. Despite this, I had no trouble keeping myself very well-fed in Barbados. All of the restaurants I went to offered delicious and affordable vegetarian options. Any tours I went on were very accommodating of my diet requirements. There were grocery stores nearby where I could buy my own food to cook with if I had wanted to. The main thing I noticed about the food in Barbados? Everything tasted so much fresher and healthier than it does at home!