As I write this, I’m looking out the window at my very first Chicago snow. The flakes are swirling in the air and my kitty cat is quite perplexed by this new phenomenon. This ain’t Miami anymore, Max!
It’s warm and cozy inside, and like every good Caribbean resident-of-a-foreign-land, I have a variety of houseplants making the casa seem almost tropical. And I’m listening to parang, the Christmas music of my homeland. Feeling a little homesick, to be perfectly honest.
I have a slew of holiday gift guide posts to write and awesome items to give away, products to review and e mails to send…but in the early morning hours of tomorrow I leave for the Dominican Republic — going to the wedding of two of our best friends! So I may not get around to those things until next week. Instead of snow flurries past the window, I’ll be watching waves crash on a sandy beach, while I sip a fruity cocktail. CANNOT WAIT!
I’m for sure going to take LOTS of photos. And I’m taking a little (though much-needed) break away from the computer, too. I’ll be back next week with a batch of fresh new posts for you!
Coming back to the Caribbean will help rejuvenate, re-energise.
You had better pop over to T&T pronto if you know what is good for you!to get pastelle, crab back, more parang, sorrel and ponchacreme.
Hey Bella, don’t be so quick to escape from the snow, some of my best childhood memories were from the winter wonderland those flurries provided each year 🙂 And as I got older, I found that getting snowed in with that special someone can be terribly romantic. . .fireplace going, hot cocoa/red wine to warm the cheeks, and sharing a nice and cozy blanket. hmmmmmmm.
Unfortunately, I have the same problem as you, but in reverse… I currently live in Florida, and while I love the spring and summer months, I miss the big, colorful, autumn leaves you get up north, and always find myself dreaming of a white Christmas around this time of year.
I love how when the sun shines on a fresh blanket of snow, a thin top layer crystallizes and it becomes prismatic in how it catches the sun’s rays… it’s like God just took a big handful of glitter and threw it down from the heavens. I even love how the houses seem like warm glowing ovens on ice.
Home is truly where the heart is 🙂
(sorry, I rambled)
I’ve nevver heard of Parang before so may I ask what language is it music in? I’m hearing Spanish, but don’t think it’s all Spanish. What languages do the people speak there? Thx
Afrobella! Thanks so much for sharing. I have such fond memories of Christmas in Trinidad! Thanks for bringing them back!