Slice of Caribbean Life on Little Corn Island
Good day,
If the world were on big pie and we could eat what we please I’d most certainly say I’ve sampled a few of such said slices. There aren’t many slices that look or feel quite like one cooked right here in the Caribbean. It’s sweet with a strong coconut flavor, lots of sugar and the portions are plentiful. I’ve been spending time in lots of places lately none of them can compare to what my eyes, stomach and soul feast on from the moment I set foot near the sea, scratch some sand flea and finally must flee myself.
I’ve been here going on a month or so in a few days and it feels like I only got here. My suitcase sits where it was placed carelessly long ago on the floor still un-packed. I’ve got a treasure chest that I leave here and I’m always keen to explore through; this time I found lots of rusted fishing tackle as some pirate sealed said chest with a rusty piece of rebar; whoops. A typical day is waking up early and wandering the sandy beaches as the sunrises on my way to find coffee and conversation.
Some work is done or at least attempted before just another something happens and derails the train. That said, I’m in an odd position where productivity is on my mind; most come here to unwind and the less the better in terms of what’s on their mind. I’m sitting here in my office and a character from the travel scene just appeared; he’d come here 5 years ago and can’t help but remark how much it has changed but stayed the same and how much less change he has left in his pocket at days end.
As the day goes on some fresh seafood is procured and enjoyed with the easy sea breeze while you lounge under the shade of some trees. At night, people from here and around the world gather in popular locations along the coast to raise a toast as day turns to night and enjoy a sunset over the Caribbean Sea which is always quite the sight. The next day is similar to the last and it’s always someone’s first night or their last; a great place to be “right here” with no thoughts of the future or the past.
Sadly, for all of us our time here will never truly last. Whether it’s a a few days, a week, years or a lifetime; one day everyboyd leaves. It’s places like that which make you truly enjoy the time inbetween as I’ve never once wished I was elsewhere or even dreamed of what somewhere would be like; right here is good and the grass is green enough. Snorkeling, kite surfing, paddling boarding, scuba diving, seafood and fishing are all common themes and you only see shorts and sandals; no snow or salty jeans.
Time spent on an island like Little Corn is nice and from the pie, the finest of slice.
Tips hat,
