No me podía dormir, la sonrisa ocupaba casi toda la cama.
Los lazos fuertes de la vida...
Era la sensación de haber pasado una noche entre "grandes amigos" , entre "gente confiable". Sin
No Visit to the St Petersburg / Clearwater region would be complete without traveling to Greece...... at least the little bit of Greece called Tarpon Springs that is just a half hour north of Clearwater. Greek sponge divers came together a hundred years ago to form this fascinating community which developed into the world's largest sponge industry. I took a cruise from the Sponge Docks on the Anclote River and watched as a young diver brought the valuable sponges to the surface from the depths below, using old- style diving suits. A massive and delicious Greek meal capped off the trip and a Tarpon Springs sponge now sites atop my bathtub at home.
Barbados Dawn
A white latticed balcony at coconut level in the pre-dawn hush of an early tropical morning...The earlier chorus of tree frogs has quietened to an occasional chirrup - the only sounds are the rustlings of the palm fronds a few feet seaward of the balcony and the gentle chuckle of the waves teasing the beach. Then the first strident call of the island birds announces a barely perceptible translucent glow in the sky overhead, while the western horizon over the Caribbean remains night black. The glow expands perceptibly as dawn explodes over the island and within minutes the surroundings become defined: the massive fronds of regal palms, delicate casuarinas below, the meticulous resort gardens and lawns leading to the fine coral sand beach and calm waters of the Caribbean Sea. The first rays of the sun illuminate the topmost palm fronds and imbue Caribbean waters with their turquoise colours. Shadows creep along the sands. A dove perches on the balcony balustrade, head cocked to one side as if murmuring, "Is this the perfect start to a day, or what?". And it is.
