Discovering Dominica
June 28, 2009
by paulcrask
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When I tell people where I live, many, perhaps even most of them, imagine a different place altogether. And so did I before I came here. Having youthfully backpacked with the best of them, I was more than a little irked to discover my knowledge of the globe had a flaw. It seemed I had plenty of company, however. Imagine what it would be like to have to say to everyone “I live in England. No, not New England. England. It’s near France.” It’s a bit like that for me nowadays. Instead of England, I say “Dominica. No, not the Dominican Republic. Dominica. It’s near France.” Actually, it’s baguette-sandwiched between two Caribbean compartments of France, Guadeloupe and Martinique, which makes Christmas wine and cheese runs a little more exotic than taking a ferry from Felixstowe. (more…)
