I live in Barbados. Now there’s a few words I never thought I’d see in that order. Italy, certainly. New Zealand, why not? But after my last foray into the way above my comfort zone of 68-72 degree weather, Barbados, along with other 73 degrees on up to hell temperatured areas, just wouldn’t have been on the list. That being said, there is, uh, much to be said for Barbados.

Day and night lets loose surprising new sounds here. The loud (very) whistling is apparently from frogs, throughout the day another kind of whistling noise, something like that of fireworks being shot and the sound it makes as it launches and travels away from you in rising arc and descent, monkey cheeps, bird chirps and the many friendly horn honks Bajan drivers sound off to one another in greeting as they pass.