"God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December."
J.M. Barrie
Dear Putus,
In retrospect, it was entirely appropriate that my first (I say first because there would be and will be more) pilgrimage to Saint Martin was to celebrate the marital union of two beautiful people I now call friends. As I landed at the Princess Juliana International Airport, the romantic soul within me was bursting in anticipation. Whether you say "Je t'aime" or "Ik hou van jou", the meaning is just as breathtaking...
Yeah, I was definitely about to be hit by cupid's arrow. We enjoyed whelks soup and johnny cakes from a box truck on the shores of Great Salt Pond. We did shots of guavaberry liqueur and then we took a stroll through Front St. Over in Simpson Bay. It felt as if we were regulars at Uncle Harry's as we devoured 4 lbs spiny lobsters (sorry..I need a moment). I had fallen in love with Saint Martin...
(Insert tears of joy [HERE]).
Oz
Mo'Betta & Oz a.k.a. The Sophistiques
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