the caribbean

Caribbean reality resembles the wildest imagination. ~Gabriel Garcia Marquez

English Harbour, Antigua
I ran away to sea in my twenties, and like any clever Minnesotan would, the sea I ran to was the Caribbean. The moment a traveler steps off a plane into an island breeze that envelopes completely and brings scents like nutmeg and fresh lime, time stops. At least you hope it does. If you hop onto a boat, as I did, you will find that each island has a culture all its own. You meet people who are kinder than seem possible, and tougher too, because living on an island is not full-time paradise. Add a mix of dishes like bus’-up-shut, curried goat, and spiny lobster, and you may never want to go back home. I didn’t. I stayed for over a decade and can still imagine the caress of that breeze.

Dispatches from the Caribbean



click to read 'Why Travel to Cuba?'

Why travel to Cuba? Because Cuba has dangled there, off the Florida Keys, like a shark-shaped pendant; out of reach during my entire American lifetime, but right there—90 miles or so—practically in sight.


click to read Cuba's Classic Cars: A Cultural Handshake

Cuba’s classic cars provide a handshake over the fence to its neighbor.


click to read "What's Your Favorite Shark?"

An eight-year-old boy teaches me that curiosity and creativity go hand-in-hand for a great time in the Caribbean.

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