The plane turned down at about 4 o'clock, the water came closer and closer, beach, road, runway, and the planes wheels kissed the ground, now I'm on the island.
I unpacked my things and moved in the furniture, decorated in palm leaves and plants, the only clothes I had were shorts and a t-shirt, now I know I'm definitely on the island.
The sound of the waves crashing on the beach like Neptune surfing on a nice day was my alarm clock, the balcony viewed the lagoon, this is really life on the island?
I went to eat, shopped at the stores and watched a band play steel drums, beautiful Latino ladies showed me how to dance and enjoy the culture, this is my new life on the island.
-St. Maarten 2014
