Being from
Barbuda means pink sandy beaches and no, we didn’t import the sand. It’s a
place where you can actually see the stars at night while suffocating from the
OFF! spray that’s apparently not doing its job. It means taking a 19-seater to
and from Dadli, the sister island to see any other part of the world and when
returning, spending an extra 10 minutes in the air as the airport officials
scramble to get the donkeys off the strip. It means walking around Codrington
and hailing up everyone you pass on the street by name, even if they were
tourists. Then, returning home after that long walk to land turtle and/or dear
meat, now that’s finger licking good! Living in Codrington means running out of
sugar and being able to put your hand over the fence to beg an ounce and get a
pound in return. Another fun fact about living in Codrington, you can actually
leave your house without your keys, wallet and/or sweater, a simple luxury I
long to enjoy. Being from Barbuda means walking into church late and interrupting
the congregation, showing up in something absurd and stopping the sermon. Since
we’re already on the topic of church, I’ll tell you my last fun fact revolving
around that. It means when anyone is getting married or being buried the whole
village would show up, invitation or not, so you better be expecting some party
crashers. To you, it may mean a place that needs development but it’s a place
that I hold dear to my heart and I call home, Boo-yard!
- Lindsey Burton
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