Did you miss me? Perhaps you thought I got into ‘island time’? (Actually I did, lol).
I think the title of this post sounds a lot more exciting than what actually happened. Ian had to go to Grand Cayman on business, and of course, I hitched a ride. So we spent the night in Barbados, got up, flew to Miami, (United States), spent the night, and then flew to Grand Cayman. Did I mention a bit of shopping while we were in the States? A lovely green Coach bag made its way home with me. I certainly felt I deserved a designer bag to keep up with the jet set image, lol.
Although Grand Cayman is still a territory of the United Kingdon, it felt very American to me. Barbados is an independent country, and has been for 46 years, but I get more of a British vibe there.
Cayman’s beaches are certainly beautiful, at least the only one I got to see,
‘Seven Mile Beach’, gorgeous sand, soft like talcum powder. We only had 1 1/2 days there, so while Ian was out making the money, I visited Camana Bay,
a gorgeous shopping/residence complex very near the hotel where we were staying.
I must admit, I started drooling, there was an amazing book store there, oh, how I miss spending hours in book stores. I find the selection on Barbados very limited. Too bad books are so heavy, I decided not to buy any, but took note of a titles for purchasing when I am home in the spring.
I won’t bore would with the time I spent in the grocery stores, or the envy that came over me when I found strawberries for $3, in Barbados they can cost 5 times that much. Needless to say, they didn’t go into my suitcase either.
The next day, we had some time before we had to head to the airport and walked into Georgetown, the capital city of the Cayman Islands. There were 3 cruise ships in port, or rather docked in the ocean.
Passengers had to take small boats to the dock, unlike other islands that have built deep water docks. Georgetown was hopping and we had fun walking around, seeing the sights. But, after a spot of lunch, it was time to head to the airport, and begin our journey home.
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