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(I want to send my story.)
well me too is away from St Vincent
I miss St.Vincent so much. I came to Canada on the 15-01-06 to know my father, but my mother is in St Vincent.
I miss my family at home. I want to come back I cry so many nights and days asking myself why I left. There are so much better things like the beach, the school parties and much fun.
I love St Vincent & the Grenadines, hope to see you soon love ya.
Rashida Butler
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Dinner on St Vincent
Made it through the busy San Juan Airport where gate agents were decked in Halloween garb, hilarious to think that a pirate or clown is having to tell passengers about delays while decked out. The Grenadine House is high above Kingstown, St Vincent and really beautiful. Our chef last night made an astounding chicken breast stuffed with local bananas and covered with a passion fruit B Que sauce. The chef Winston, is a Canadian that once went home to Canada to visit family. When he went to return to the US he wasn’t allowed back in! He ended up here and I say what a lose to the taste buds in the US.
Kent St. John
Blog – Be Our Guest
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Pirates and Jumby on St Vincent Island
Thursday November 1st 2007 – I am loving being in my sweet room at the Grenadine House after a tough day hiking the rain forest to the Trinity Falls. Hiking up and down steep trails was killer but so good to do. On the way we stopped at several fishing villages, it was like the Caribbean used to be years ago, not tarted up but real. The people friendly and life lived, no wonder why Depp’s pirate films were made here. Tonight is Jumbie Away night and I can see the fires and lanterns in the grave yard across the hill. The people go to talk about the dead relatives and party, much like day of the dead in Mexico.
Kent St.John
blog - Be Our Guest
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Trinity Falls & The Grenadines
Trinity Falls
Today November 1st 2007, we did an amazing two hour hike out into the jungle. It was a pretty intensive- I came back filthy and bruised and my sneakers were still sopping wet from just plowing right through streams. Our destination was the gorgeous Trinity Falls, where we all swam in the strong circling current.
But all of that felt incredible. Can’t believe how much time we spend glued to our various technology screens these days. And how easily we forget to let go of all of it for a while. Here is a picture of me holding a giant leaf instead of my cell phone.
The Grenadines
November 4th 2007 - Wow, I can’t believe I’m going home tomorrow. I just arrived on my 9th island in the Grenadines and am staying at the incredible Young Island Resort – all its own island – and I am about to join the rest of my group for our last dinner together. We’ve had so much fun together and I’ll be sad to say goodbye to everyone tomorrow!
I spent last night by myself on the island of Bequia and had a wonderful time exploring on my own and talking to everyone who crossed my path. I chatted up all kinds of characters, took an impromptu jeep ride to the other end of the island to hang out in a local fishing village, drinking beer and watching some guys play dominoes…then it was back to the famous Frangipani for an incredible dinner by myself.
Traveling alone is a very unique experience and one I feel privileged to have done a number of times. It’s always a very reflective time for me and last night was no different. I have lots of stories and thing to write about but I don’t want to spend my last hours in this beautiful country tied to my computer!
Claire Smith
blog - Life in LA
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St Vincent & the Grenadines
October 31st 2007 - I just arrived in St Vincent and am sitting in my hotel room at the lovely Grenadine House with an hour to relax before dinner. A bellhop just knocked on my door and handed me a tropical rum cocktail. I’m in the Caribbean.
I can’t believe I’m here. I’m so glad I’m here. I woke up this morning at 4:45 in Chicago, took a cab to O’Hare and flew into San Juan. After a slight layover, and after meeting up with the rest of the journalists on the trip (6 of us, including our tour contact), we hopped onto a rickety prop jet for a two hour flight to St Vincent.
I always tend to get a little neurotic before I go out of town. I’ve been like this since I was a kid. I remember being as young as 10 and having to go through a pretty serious ritual of saying goodbye to all the pets and the house and my favourite climbing tree and the kitchen and my bedroom, my audible goodbyes laden with sighs. And we went out of town a lot.
My ritual hasn’t changed much. I always feel a very sincere sense of urgency just before leaving on a trip. I feel as though I am unplugging myself from my world, perhaps never to return again. That last moment before walking out the door, standing in my quiet apartment, surveying my little comfortable surroundings…a pervading sense of loss or nostalgia or change imminent in the sound of my heels on the wood floor as I close the door behind me.
The last couple of days, this morning, was no different. I felt a little heavy and somber all the way to Puerto Rico and then the airplane banked South and the teeming tropical metropolis of San Juan slanted into view and suddenly it was all gone – all my worries and fears, whatever sadness I’ve been battling lately – all slipped out of view. And flying into St Vincent on that humming prop jet, I could hardly remember what I’d been worried about yesterday. It’s so important to me to go out into the world, to sometimes wrench myself out of the places I keep to, to wash my head clear of my usual daily existence, to remember what is it I want out of life.
I’ve only been here an hour and I’m already flooded with memories from our years in Grand Cayman. The lilting Caribbean accents and the thick humidity. The lazily spinning wooden fans and plantation architecture. I’m not sure how I’ve gotten myself here but I am so grateful that I have.
Claire Smith
blog - Life in LA
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