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2 and a half weeks in paradise after a 19-year wait.
It was June 16th, 2018 the biggest & most emotional day in history for me and my sister Kayla. The day we finally got to go St. Kitts in the Caribbean. Why so emotional you wonder? Well. that’s where the 19-year wait comes in. Being born in the tropics but growing up abroad from a newborn was difficult.
After 19 years of living in England, we finally got our residence permit which meant we could do what we’ve always wanted to do for years, travel. Of course the 1st place we went to just HAD to be our birth country!
But it didn’t stop there. During the duration of our holiday not only did we go to St.Kitts, but we also did a little 5-day island-hop visiting the islands of Trinidad and St.Maarten, because why not right ?! We deserve it!
After the long-dreaded 10-hour flight to St.Kitts, the plane finally landed. The Caribbean is known for its all-year-round sunshine and hot temperatures, of course, they have their storms now and again but as soon as we arrived it started to pour it down with rain and everyone had to wait on the plane until it subsided. NOW…call me dramatic but I said to my sister; “ Do you know what this means? It’s the island crying because she knows we’ve returned home. She can feel us here.” It’s safe to say, my sister, & I have a magical presence.
Finally, after 10 minutes the rain stopped. As we stepped off the plane and our feet touched the ground the sun came out again, I felt that 32 degrees Celsius heat and sun-rays beaming on my skin like I was reborn. I was home, WE were home and it felt incredible.
We were only in St.Kitts for a day before heading to Trinidad on the 20th to attend a Breakfast Cooler Fete, “Fete” (pronounced ‘fet’) in the Caribbean simply means party. The vibes were out of this world, although with it being on a boat and being scarred for life after watching Titanic, I felt like I was going to die.
That evening I went to the nearby cinema to meet with my friend Chyanne who is like a little sister to me, it was our 1st time meeting after speaking online for 4 years. The trip had got better and better!
2 days passed and it was June 20th, time to head to St.Maarten. At this point, I and Kayla were overwhelmed by our experience so far and we were only 5 days on our holiday overall. But the party never stops for island girls. During our stay in St.Maarten, we went our separate ways to spend time with our other sisters we had on the island, the time for family & creating bonds. My older sister Kimmy drove me around both St.Maarten(Dutch Side) & St.Martin(French Side). It honestly felt like heaven on earth, the exotic views were breathtaking.
Our little island hop was over, it was time to return home to St.Kitts once again to finish the rest of our holiday. Coincidentally after landing guess what happened? Yes, it rained. She cried those tears of joy for her girls landing again, my sister & I felt like royalty, like two Queens.
After returning we only had 11 days left but I can assure you those 11 days were well spent. Like the annual St.Kitts Music Festival and White Sands which has local and international artists perform over 5 days, shopping till we drop & eating until we could barely walk.
The 11 days did indeed fly by and as soon as you knew it, it was time to head back to England. The 10-hour journey back was full of tears. 19 years away from an island so beautiful and so sweet, the island where we were brought into the world and look, time couldn’t wait for us.
We laughed, we cried, we smiled and almost died, we argued and we fete but this was a holiday we would never forget. Our 2 and a half weeks in paradise.
