St. Johns, Antigua

Last autumn I was here on a ship leaving out of St John’s Antigua at the end of a typical day. As it’s now February that seems lifetimes ago. We arrived early in the morning and saw everyone headed in to work including the president in his limo. That’s the thing about foreign lands, even the most mundane things like going to work seems kind of interesting. I wonder why that is? Maybe if someone from Antigua saw me in Florida headed to work and wrote about it, …never-mind, it’ll never happen.

Last autumn I was here on a ship leaving out of St John's Antigua at the end of a typical day. As it's now February that seems lifetimes ago. We arrived early in the morning and saw everyone headed in to work including the president in his limo. That's the thing about foreign lands, even the most mundane things like going to work seems kind of interesting. I wonder why that is? Maybe if someone from Antigua saw me in Florida headed to work and wrote about it, ...never-mind, it'll never happen.

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Antigua Market

A couple of months ago I was in Antigua and longed for an authentic meal. It just so happened that the wife of our taxi driver had a stall in this market. When we found it she invited us inside out of the afternoon sun to serve us at her table table. Despite the humble surroundings her kitchen was spotless and the food was full of flavor, my favorite was the salt fish. Yet the most authentic part of the meal was her warm hospitality, for that brief time she made us feel like family. Apparently she was in accounting at the banana factory before it shut down, now she runs the food stall temporarily until things improve. After that wonderful meal and conversation we walked through the market where I captured this scene.

A couple of months ago I was in Antigua and longed for an authentic meal. It just so happened that the wife of our taxi driver had a stall in this market. When we found it she invited us inside out of the afternoon sun to serve us at her table table. Despite the humble surroundings her kitchen was spotless and the food was full of flavor, my favorite was the salt fish. Yet the most authentic part of the meal was her warm hospitality, for that brief time she made us feel like family. Apparently she was in accounting at the banana factory before it shut down, now she runs the food stall temporarily until things improve. After that wonderful meal and conversation we walked through the market where I captured this scene.

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Antigua Sunset

As we left Antigua and Barbuda in October these Frigate birds were making the rounds and checking us out. However my mind was still back at Prickly Pear Island where we spent the day and the real world didn’t exist. It’s about a mile offshore with a few umbrellas and a little rum shack, the perfect place to forget everything. All good things come to and end but I find myself wandering back from time to time. Okay, back to work, don’t blame me if you’re losing your will to concentrate.

As we left Antigua and Barbuda in October these Frigate birds were making the rounds and checking us out. However my mind was still back at Prickly Pear Island where we spent the day and the real world didn't exist. It's about a mile offshore with a few umbrellas and a little rum shack, the perfect place to forget everything. All good things come to and end but I find myself wandering back from time to time. Okay, back to work, don't blame me if you're losing your will to concentrate.

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