It has been a while since my family had a real vacation together and the weather in Nova Scotia was, well seasonal, so arriving in Barbados in late February is a treat. Our friend Barry meets us at the airport and soon we are at his house in St. Philip with his partner Dar — two of our best friends who have lived on the island for about two years.
Barry and I are soon off to the north of the island to a community meeting at a church on a proposal to build a wind farm community. The people are skeptical of the proposed project. Although the hundreds of plantations on the island once used windmills to power sugar cane operations, that tradition seems to have been forgotten — the stone towers that dot the landscape are all that is left. The strong wind continues to blow.
The next day my wife Donna and daughter Claire (23) and son Ben (21) and I are on the beach. After swimming in the surf, Donna and I are lying under a parasol; Donna is especially tired after a rough few months. We are talking about stress, how it builds up and how do you relax? Right on cue this local Rasta is right there, speaking softly about his beautiful island. He waves his hand at the sea and sky: This is the energy of life, he says. We buy some fruit and a bit of jewelry from him. Lots of swimming, walkng, great food. Over the coming days we feel our own energy sowly replenish.
The local people are happy, Barry and Dar tell us, even those who do not have much. In North America we are always striving, stessed out by the slightest glitch. Being happy seems a lost art sometimes. Then too, we all need a vacation somtimes.