When you arrive in a Caribbean country you feel obliged to get to the tropical pleasures–even if it is pouring with rain. Having left the DC area very early today on a warm morning, we arrived in Barbados this afternoon to feel great heat but see overcast skies.
I live with a gung-ho lady and there was no way that having arrived in early afternoon, we would not have to go to the sea to have a dip. Well, nature tried to dissuade us. Clouds increased. Rain tried to warn us off. No chance. It poured more heavily as we drove. What was the pull? We arrived at a place called Browne’s Beach and could see two brave souls wading in the sea, plus a swimmer out in the distance. We sat in the car and pondered: the leader was determined, but the troops were about to rebel. “Come on! You have to be brave. The rain is wet like the sea.”
No point bucking. Off went the tee-shirt and off to the sea. The sea was cold. We were crazy. But, guess what? The feeling of the salty water on the skin, dried out after a winter in North America, was soothing. Nice. But, not so nice that you had to stay there all day. It was raining more heavily. But, wet in or out. It was nice to get out and rinse off. Mission accomplished.
We’re here in Barbados for Easter weekend, and to watch my wife’s niece and nephew swim for The Bahamas in the CARIFTA tournament. If we get no other chance, we have had a swim.