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The Island Where My Heart Waits
It's been 4 months, 3 weeks, 2 days, and 4 hours since we left our island. 146 days. For those of you who have lived and loved an island, you know you never quite walk away. Your body leaves but your heart stays buried somewhere in the sand. I know we'll be back. I...
What the Holy Trinity of Cuban Drinks says about Cubans
Every island has an indigenous drink, a drink that is original to that place. The Dominican Republic's native drink is Mamajuana. Mexico's drink is the margarita. The Bahama Mama comes to us by way of Jamaica - I kid - from the Bahamas. And Cuba is no exception. I...
The Home Rock Advantage
Living on this rock, it's very rare that I'm able to point to something and say, This here thing is definitely easier than it would be if we were living in the States. On the contrary, lots of everyday life things here are generally harder. Hot showers are harder;...
A Cautionary Tale: That Time I Made a Duct Tape Bra
Part Uno: I found this blouse at Nordstrom. It isn't often that I spend $30+ on a single item, especially one with so little material (I'm more of a buy a lot of stuff for my money kind of gal, which is why I shop at Forever 21 even though I'm Forever 34), but I...
On-Island for the Holidays: Thanksgiving Olympics
As expat rock dwellers, we have to pick and choose the holidays we go home for - we can't have 'em all. Christmas is mine. I won't miss it. Maybe someday when we live farther away I might have to, but not while we're on a rock where a 4-hour flight is the only thing...
Returning to the Rock: It’s Good To Be Back
Let me be very clear: I was pee-my-pants excited to be in the States for some of the autumn season. This was the first time in 3 years that I got to experience the awesomeness that is autumn and I soaked in as much pumpkin flavor, dried leaves, and fall clothing as I...