Then there is George from upstairs. He was the first guy to say hello to me and is friendly and warned me that people in Barbados are polite but keep to themselves, which is a shame he said. Apparently, if there is anything he can do, I just have to let him know. I suggested a drink but he kind of pretended not to hear that and has kept to himself since.
There is Carmen, the French artist, who has lived here for 20 years but still doesn’t think the food is up to much. There is Lianne, who is half Trinibagonian (yes, that is a word) and grew up in Harrogate of all places! She went to school across the road from my house there, although before I was born. She is attending cooking classes and her and Carmen chat in water regularly to keep their bones good. I really like them.
Then there are the peripheral characters who I don’t quite know yet. The irish teacher, the lady in the water (I always see her in the pool when I’m not there, but she’s never there when I am), the coy Geordie lady, naked guy (yikes), kind lady who hung out my washing, and most intriguing - 3 people my age who I am secretly stalking but haven’t managed to talk to yet. I am hoping one of them will become a friend. I have however, made friends with some lovely people outside my neighbourhood so all is well. And with a sparrow and a pigeon who share my breakfast each day (see video)
This is my neighbourhood - the view from my front door.
The pool, I can check my emails from here.
My house - living room straight ahead, kitchen to my left, office to the right, bedroom behindBreakfast with the birds - and my dying camera (hence the shades of pink and distortion), no different from english birds I admit, but still nice
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