Carriacou Healing: A Photo Diary

My weekend in Carriacou was spent at the beach, at the Kayak Cafe, in a bus accidentally touring the island at sunset and strolling down Main Street in Hilsborough. The town is basically one street and so it feels like a really manageable place to be. It was a great opportunity to think, to write and to read. What I enjoyed most was the silence and an environment free from demands of everyday life. I suppose that is what a vacation is, I really needed it and Carriacou had just the pace I longed for.

The view from the dock in Hilsborough

The Church Next to my Guest House

Main Street, Hilsborough

My view from Kayak Cafe

The Doggy Friend I made on my way to the beach at Tyrrel Bay 

So many boats inhabited by so many Adventurers (I can imagine)

I was alone for a few hours and I soaked up the sun on that beautiful bench after my dip in that gorgeous ocean 

I had to make it to this lookout point and soak that view into every fiber on my being. When I returned to the bus the woman in the front seat asked whether I had etched into my memory sufficiently

Beach Front  

Last Dip