Well here it is, the last post from Trinidad. After this 3 limes will be taking a little vacation while I go and dip my toes in some good Canadian lake water.
I didn’t want to come here. Looking back at that resistance now, the tears and the fears, I, of course, find it ironic, since now I am so sad to go.
This is a land filled with beauty, colour, song and a thousand smiles. It is also a country of crime, bitterness and anger. I have rarely mentioned the question of crime here since I hate to taint the reputation of the sweet land, but it is a fact. I just think it is a great shame to think “land of crime” whenever Trinidad is mentioned because it is a whole lot more. However, in a strange way the hatred of the crime and the terrible slip in respect for one another is what bonds many Trinis. The vibrant culture sings out “ we are more than that!’
As much as I have loved being here I am looking forward to not looking over my shoulder, except that will probably take some time. I am excited about letting my girls have more freedom, perhaps a walk to the store or park. But I must say, and it should be said that I have had nothing but beautiful times with good people during my two years here. In the vein I would like to conduct a little Trini wrap up.
In Trinidad hot yellow is the new white.
Large earrings are worn to the beach.
Sarong must match bikini.
Doubles are delicious, who knew chickpeas and dough could rock the world?
Trinis love Soca. I mean really LOVE. SOCA.
Cricket is a really big deal.
Rum is like water.
Roosters walk wild, a cow lives by the highway, ancient turtles lay eggs, and there is an animal called an Agouti which looks like a rat from a horror movie.
A LIME is relaxed but if a DJ plays some SOCA wining will ensue.
Parrots fly wild.
The drive to Maracas is magic.
Men call each other Hoss. Instead of Dawg.
People dress up to go to the movies. People dress up all the time.
You can see Venezuela.
Pepper sauce in Not an option.
My new favorite word is Macocious. It means Nosy. Facebook is the ultimate place to Maco.
Trinis take their time, and Lime.
I hope that you will come back and follow our journey to Uganda. I am anxious to start telling stories from Kampala.
Here is a little picture of our route to Africa. Trinidad-Montreal-London-Kampala. Luckily that route will take 6 weeks. In that time I hope to freeze my derriere in a gorgeous lake, eat some mighty fine sushi, gorge on cheese, laugh with my “sisters”, visit a giant doll house, meet a new born, reunite with some old friends, drink some mighty fine wine, watch my girls on a canoe, take a red bus and buy some pretty shoes.