Grenada. Without Any Invasions.

22 Apr

So, never mind that the pictures are arriving after in a whole separate post, this is what happens with first time bloggers. Just cool. Above we have the tranquil horizon pool and La Luna restaurant by dusk, but really all I see is Daniele’s risotto.
Conch shell on La Luna beach. So Island-y. (Said in that Talk Soup, “So meat-y” way)
Tanning options by the La Luna yoga pavilion. Ommmmmmmmmm……….
Oh, the cheery deck at Mount Cinnamon. We passed through one day for lunch.
Yummy, fruit punch, courtesy of La Luna. Below, a handful of nutmeg and lady in waiting. Hopefully not in vain. Actually, I was sitting in a restaurant across the street and she stood there the whole time. Not sure if she was actually waiting, or just hanging out, catching up about the latest gossip about Ms Isis and how she stole Ms Esmerelda’s husband and then kicked him out the house late one night. It’s a small town. That could be what she was up to. And continuing, the luminous bar of La Source, for nighttime drinks, a waterfall whose name I forget right now, and quaint St Georges. Good times.




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Grenada. The One from the Reagan Years.

22 Apr

So this was my first entry on Write Around the World. I was on assignment for Skywritings, the former Air Jamaica’s in-flight magazine. Funny enough, this trip coincided with my leap of faith into a freelance writing career. I knew my job would never give me the two weeks off to take this imperative spa trip to Grenada (I mean, God forbid, passengers go without the latest Caribbean spa information), so in a move that had been coming anyway, I quit, gorged on gnocchi and fried snapper and chocolate on a tour around this sleepy Caribbean neighbour.
Ironically, my connection to Grenada is multi-faceted in a weird six degrees of separation kind-of-way. My father was part of the legal team that spent almost two years in Grenada representing the defendants in the Maurice Bishop murder trial. If you know your history, this led to a little blip in history called the Grenada Invasion. That break early in his legal career pretty much shaped my life. And St. Georges, the capital, and pretty much the entire island, looks just like Port Antonio, the town my family lived in when I was born. Visiting that place right after making such a huge spiritual and professional leap felt like a rebirth. I can’t imagine it had anything to do with how much fun I had.

The Itinerary:
La Luna – The “island haven” rooms, with their open showers, four-poster canopy beds and panorama vistas, the ensconced turquoise cove, plunge pools in each room, Giovanni Ribisi’s doppelgänger Chef Daniele, whose entrees make you want to lick your plate top to bottom, the bright blue and orange motif, the lush landscape, the on-site herb garden, the Balinese spa with matching masseuses…this is a hotel designed for sexy sex and hedonism. When you’re not in your room imitating bunnies, every sense has something to savour.

The trip involved a stay at the now closed La Source (sister to St. Lucia’s Le Sport), which was an experimentation in an adventure vacay. Archery, kayaking, yoga, snorkeling, javelin throwing, these were all on the table. La Source knew how to help you work off their all-inclusive calories. But alas, they closed, so if you’re heading to the Spice Isle, La Luna is the only hotel I recommend. It was the ultimate high before my crash back to my I’m-going-to-be-poor-for-a-while reality.

But I digress. On to the photographic evidence of the bliss that is possible.

 The horizon pool and La Luna restaurant by dusk (but really all I see is Daniele’s risotto).
Conch shell on La Luna beach.
Tanning options by the La Luna yoga pavilion. Ommmmmmmmmm……….
Oh, the deck at Mount Cinnamon. We passed through one day for lunch.
Yummy, fruit punch, courtesy of La Luna. Below, a handful of nutmeg and a lady in waiting. Hopefully not in vain. Actually, I was sitting in a restaurant across the street and she stood there the whole time. Not sure if she was actually waiting, or just hanging out, catching up on gossip. It’s a small town. That could be what she was up to. And continuing, the luminous bar of La Source, for nighttime drinks, a waterfall whose name I forget right now, and quaint St Georges. Good times.




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Like I said, a fitting high.

Till later…
-K

SHTBC Travels in Time

1 Apr

I had another blog before this one. It was called Write Around the World. The posts were about, wait for it, wait for it, travel. I made a Sophie’s Choice and forewent that one for this when I moved to New York, until I had the bright idea to merge content (I never said  I was bright) and do what I’ve always wanted to do, which is share more travel stories. It took 10 years, sweat, no blood, but definitely lots of tears, and I have made myself into a travel writer. Standing recently in the middle of crystal blue-green water at Pink Sands Resort on Harbour Island in the Bahamas (on assignment no less), I had to acknowledge that. So I’m going to celebrate it. You’re going to see a lot more travel pieces. So return your tray table to upright and locked position.

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And don’t forget about those electronic devices…

-K

Stranger Style – And the Last Post till 2013…

15 Nov

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What do you get when you pair stylishly tapered khaki pants with a crisp navy blazer, tasselled Oxford pumps, a cool Fedora Pork Pie hat, and a colour-pop scarf? A whole new style category…I like to call it Fem-Prep-Chic. And if you disagree with me, just check out the pocket square. ‘Nuff said.

As the title implies, SHTBC will be taking a little siesta till January 2013. So sleepy…time for a nap. (Yes, this blog is written by bears).

Till the new year!

-KH

P.S. To all the New Yorkers still affected by Sandy, the bears are thinking about you and sending love and support.

We Interrupt Our Regular Programming…

24 Sep

…to introduce a whole new category:

Stuff This Black Girl Likes

So there’s that Stuff White People Like blog, and I think there might even be a Stuff Black People Like blog (which is kinda controversial, cause if I’m not mistaken, it’s not written by a black person (uh oh, the “R” concept). Anyway, I thought this new category would allow me to break my own rule about  “having a very specific vision for my blog” and thus throw up stuff like this…

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The Aline T-Strap Sandal by Alexander Wang

So here’s the deal. I love fashion. I love the back story, I love how designers can be inspired by anything from NYC’s yellow cabs, to vintage photographs, to Japanese zen gardens. Most of all, I love shoes. They’re like the last frontier – if such a thing even exists in fashion – a place where there is no hiding a lack of originality. When I first saw these shoes in the AW trunkshow on Moda Operandi (quick on the heels of New York Fashion Week), I gushed, “Oh my God!” as if in pain. Part boot, part leg brace, part sandal, Alexander Wang has taken it to another level. I adore these shoes. I want to snuggle with them like I would a body pillow. My quest to find a sugar daddy so I can own a pair is now in full throttle. Gimme a minute, I’ll be back with a progress report on that.

Till then…

Like On,

-KH

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