Este
año, por diversas razones, decidimos no irnos muy lejos. Así que
nuestros planes se enfocaron en el sur de Guadalupe, nuestra isla
favorita: Terre d'Haut. Las últimas dos semanas hemos estado
perdidos en nuestras aventuras en el paraíso. A nuestra llegada
sentimos como si no hubiésemos partido unos 10 meses atrás. Todo se
mantiene en la misma calma y belleza. Los residentes no han cambiado
mucho y nos recuerdan, a pesar del volumen de turismo diario. Se
siente como nuestro segundo hogar... ¡oh-oh!
Este
viaje decidimos no seguir la rutina de los habitantes, bagettes y
croisants todos los días con una buena tasa de café, en cambio, Jim
saluda con su Bon jour, comment ca va sureño, al que todo el mundo
responde con alegría. Nos reunimos con amigos que conocimos el año
pasado, nuestros vecinos en el anclaje, autores de mi inclinación
por tocar ukulele. Y ello nos han arrastrado a todo tipo de
actividades sociales.
Llegamos
un miércoles, y el sábado nos invitaron a una fiesta para una
campaña electoral, la primera vez en mi vida. Lo más versátil y
divertido que me imaginaba como actividad política. Todo el pueblo
estaba ahí, la gente sencilla con mucho que dar. Bailando,
compartiendo con todo el mundo y sobre todo tomando, porque había
bebida y comida gratis. Una mujer nos dijo en el camino que había
que tener invitación para entrar, ninguno de los cuatro somos de la
isla, pero fuimos recibidos con cuatro Heinekens. Luego el alcalde
del pueblo Lois Molinier, y uno de los candidatos a las próximas
elecciones llegó a la fiesta y compartió con todos, incluso con
nosotros. ¡Guao! ¡Qué honor! Privilegio que no hemos tenido en
Beaufort.
Nosotros
llegamos en la semana del madigra (carnaval), y a diferencia del año
pasado; que solo había un camión con unas bocinas y niños
corriéndole detrás; la producción fue grande y tuvimos tambores y
gente en disfraces alrededor de la villa por cuatro días.
Desde
que andamos con nuestros amigos Christian y Marie-Laure, y guitarras
y ukuleles a cuesta, todo el mundo nos saluda. Christian dice que
aquí te hace más popular la música que el dinero. Gracias a ellos
también conocimos a Patrik, periodista que ha entrevistado a muchos
músicos, incluyendo artistas cubanos, con quien compartimos dos días
y terminó invitándonos a Bordeaux.
Our
life in Les Saintes
This
year, for various reasons, we decided not to go very far south. So
our plans were focused on the South Guadalupe, our favorite island:
Terre d' Haut. The last two weeks we had been lost in our adventures
in paradise. On our arrival we felt like if we had not left 10 months
ago. Everything feels the same, calm and beautiful. Residents have
not changed much and still remember us, despite the daily volume of
tourism in the town. It feels like our second home ...oh- oh!
This
trip we are not following the routine of the inhabitants, bagettes
and croissants every day with a good cup of coffee, however, Jim
salutes with his southern Bon jour, comment ca va? To which everyone
responds with joy. We met with friends we met last year, our
neighbors in the anchorage, the authors of my inclination to play
ukulele. And they have dragged us to all kinds of social activities.
We
arrived on a Wednesday, and on Saturday we were invited to a party
for an election campaign, the first in my life. The most versatile
and fun I could fancy as a political activity. The whole town was
there, the simple people with much to give. Dancing, sharing with the
everybody and especially drinking because there were free food and
drinks. One woman told us, in the way there, that we needed
invitations to get in, none of the four of us are from the island,
but we were greeted with four Heineken. Then the town mayor Lois
Moliniér and one of the candidates for the next election, came to
the party and shared with everyone, including us. Wow ! What an
honor! Privilege we have not had in Beaufort.
We
arrived in the week mardigra (Carnival), and unlike last year, that
there was only one truck with speakers and children running down
behind, the production was great and we had drums and people in
costumes around the village for four days.
Since
we walk with our friends Christian and Marie-Laure, and guitars and
ukuleles, everyone greets us. Christian says here makes you more
popular the than money. Thanks to them we also met Patrik, a
journalist who has interviewed many musicians, including Cuban
artists; who we shared two days with and ended up inviting us to Bordeaux.
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Meeting Christian at our arrival |
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Marie-Laure |
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A local telling us the story of his life in French Creole |
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Christian and the mayor |
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Mayor and I talking about his trip to Cuba
and how much we love Les Saintes |
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The DJ having a great time |
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A character of the town after a few rums |
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Locals watching people dancing |
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A fisherman playing my uke for the girls |
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The prettiest face in town |
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Patrick and his daugter |
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This kid saw us playing and came with his guitar to join the party, then played my uku, first time |
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With a local playing Caribbean music |
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Anse Figuier |
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Feeding bread to the goats |
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Mango suffle at Ti Kaz la |
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A fisherman we bought fish from |
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Me, been tough |
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Me, been realistic |
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Playing Over the Rainbow for the fishermen |
AnechyNotes
Thanks for sharing Anechy! It looks like you are having a great time. We miss you around here and look forward to seeing your smiling face in the summer.
ReplyDeleteThank you, you are so sweet!
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