Going home with a burdened heart was the farthest image from my mind... I had prepared so eagerly for this day, this hour - for three seemingly agonizing long years- only to face the actual moment with burning tear reddened eyes and deep soul tingling sighing.
I had no soul binding romance, made no significantly special aquaintances, but somehow I became chained to this volcanic earth with its black sand beaches and rich green mountains.
I fell in love with every party and loud energetic "trini posse", every bit of "craziness" and "delerium". I was swept off my feet by every scent of curry and sting of pepper, every sweet 'portugal' and the 'pomseytheres' of November... This wild yet embracing country - so "blessed to be cursed" - was to me just so blessed.
Each tear upon my cheek bears a haunting memory - 5hours of hiking through hail-like rain; a fall down a mossy cliff side; dancing in the muddy,paint strewn streets; screaming(and with good reason) as I jumped into sweet waterfalls -- the memories stab and caress... my heart giggles yet sighs in distress.
Never did I anticipate such sorrow on parting, but with my tears is the joy of my ever being here at all.
Author notes
I spent 3 years studying in trinidad & tobago ... when i first got there i hated it and longed for home but by the time i had to leave I'd grown to call T&T home .
{btw- portugal= something like a mandarin and pomseythere= like a caribbean "apple"... not sure how to describe it
oh and "craziness" and "delerious"(hence delerium) are actually the names of two soca songs.}
Adding your comment: