One thing you have to hand to the Caribbean is that they do not shy away from their bright colours.  Coming from northern North America, where the norm of buildings is black, grey, blue and brown, this comes as an immediate shock to the visual senses.

Stepping out of the plane in Culebra, past the man sleeping under an airplane wing and the airport’s beer stand, the colours became brighter as more and more building appeared nearer town.  The downtown of Dewey, Culebra was absolutely bathed in pastels.



Nothing that notable to say yet. I’m a native Michigander with a passion for human culture and new places, and more than that, new experiences. I have degrees in writing and anthropology and have no idea what I want to do with them. For now, I’m content with an unbound lifestyle; going where I want and doing what I can, and hopefully gaining some interesting stories along the way.

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