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Laurna’s Vacation 2018

Laurna’s Vacation 2018

Picture witnessing someone being hit over by a bus while she’s taking a photo, your purse falling into the hotel’s man made waterfall and being an hour late for the show. That’s just to name a few of the things which took place during my 2018 vacation!

I highly anticipated this vacation as Hurricane Maria practically ruined my plans last year when my sister and I first bought our tickets to St Lucia. Having paid to change our dates, we were packed and ready to go.

 

 

May 10th 2018 my vacation begins, hair braided with my make up on fleek my sister Carlisle and good friends Alicia and Miguel and I are all on the Express. It’s my first time travelling and I choose to stand at the back of the boat where the view of the ocean is great and the sea occasionally splashes your skin. The sun is blazing hot and I’m grateful for the awesome weather, though I am nervous as hell my sister and Miguel accompany me to the back and keep checking on me to ensure I’m ok. Within a few minutes out unto the ocean a group from Martinique begins playing music, I mean beating wooden drums, clapping and singing, they seem to be a cultural band returning to Martinique from a performance and they literally rock the boat. Everyone begins dancing, singing and clapping and I was happy to get the distraction because the sea became choppy after a while and moving from side to side helped me adjust to the sea’s motion.

Everyone seems to be enjoying the ride, I’m surrounded by smiles and happy people and I can feel this is going to be an amazing vacation.

We check into Jennifer’s hideaway in the late afternoon after being on the water for four hours we are a little later than expected. The immigration line was long and tiring and we were the last ones to get through. However, feeling so overwhelmed did not distract me from the beauty of St Lucia, (Miguel‘s friend Yannick from St Lucia was courteous enough to pick us up from the ferry to the guesthouse). The island was so similar yet vastly different from my homeland Dominica, similar by the trees and nature, but they were so creative with their infrastructure that I was intrigued. The guesthouse was about 20 minutes away from the town Castries and we get to this forest as we drove in. Tall and short trees, trees of different shades of green, majestic and splendid fortress as we drove on dry leaves to approach the guesthouse. We are greeted by this petite, silver haired queen by the door of this lovely flat house surrounded by colourful flora and fauna.

Within a few minutes of surveying the house we knew we would have stayed, there was this porch decorated by amazing flowers and plants including the marijuana plant, overlooking the town and the harbour. The rest of the house was homely with ornaments from china, china and silverware with walls covered with abstract paintings that Jennifer painted herself some of which were scary looking with eyes that peered at you and dark paint that resembled something else, however we overlooked this and stayed.  This was her home she kindly rented out to tenants and we couldn’t have refused.

The girls and I share a room with two beds while Miguel bunks alone, as we begin unpacking and prepare to hit the town. Miguel and Yannick organize for a rental for the four days we are going to be here and the drive is about an hour to get to the rental place. Being famished we decided to go along with them in hopes of finding food along the way.

The island of St Lucia is breath-taking, with lush green mountains like Dominica and similar housing schemes I feel like I am home away from home. We eventually stopped at a road side snakette, and discover that they sell some of the best local fish burgers and tamarind juice and huge pies for only $3.00, I can’t believe the food here is so awesome and cheap. From the rentals we drive back to the guesthouse and prepare to hit the town to go to see some karaoke that my cousin told me about. Getting to the town at night proved to be no easy trip, as we navigated using GPS, I get scared as hell in hopes that we don’t get lost. Miguel being the ambitious leader of the group seems confident and doesn’t panic as we journey through the roads of St Lucia in hopes of finding this small restaurant my cousin told me about. After driving through several streets, Miguel decided to call Yannick who gave us directions. We drive to Rodney Bay and the place is lit, I mean the entire street is lined up with malls bars and restaurants. Lights, music, excitement and hundreds of people are crowding up the place, I’ve never seen anything like this so I’m taken aback and I really love this place.

 

Live band is playing at the Keebees restaurant, waitresses at your beck and call, ambience is lovely and the vibe is amazing. The next day we plan to go to the traffic department to get a permit for the rental and to also do some shopping and purchase tickets to attend the Jazz Festival. We know this is going to be fun as we navigate to get to the town still using GPS, we enjoy the scenery. Our day consist of a wild goose chase to first the airport then the actual traffic department as we were given the wrong directions, at the end of it we found out that we didn’t need the permit. We didn’t know whether to laugh or be angry as we wasted half our day but discovered more of the island as a result and bought mangoes and bananas along the way something we hadn’t seen for over 9 months since hurricane Maria destroyed our island.

 

We finally made our way to Rodney Bay to shop and to also collect tickets for tonight’s Jazz concert at The Royalton five star Hotel. The malls are adjacent to each other and run as far as the eyes can see; we do not know where to start. We eventually start shopping and find out that clothes here are also cheap, so we’re shopping like crazy. We get café latees at the famous Felly Belly and we’re laughing and having a good time. We ask around as to where we can purchase the tickets and we’re directed to the Cell which is in one of the malls. We all purchase our tickets $100 each and realize the show starts at 7 which meant we didn’t have much time left. Alicia hadn’t found a dress for the festival and so we hurried off while Miguel is annoyed that he got to wait on us. So we help her look around some more passing her dresses ,while she’s trying them on in the dressing room. Carlistle and I get lost looking for outfits of our own when a young lady calls at us and tells us someone is asking for us in the dressing room. We rush to the dressing room to find Alicia in panic as she holds unto her trousers

”What happened?” we ask “I peed on myself” she cried, she explained how she had been holding it and when she was about to use the washroom she lost control. The floor and her trousers were wet and I became frantic. Carlistle calmed us down as she went looking for the cheapest pair of trousers she could find while Alicia switches dressing rooms. Carlisle returns with a pair of black leggings and we tell her to put it on quickly so we can get out of there before the sales reps can notice anything. Carliste and I return to the racks to casually search for more dresses to pretend like nothing is wrong, we notice one of the sale girls survey the dressing room and my heart skip. I become so nervous and hope they won’t notice it was us. We then over heard two of the sales girls discuss that someone peed in one of the dressing rooms, and we become more worried. Carliste keeps praying for Alicia to hurry up as Miguel comes up to us.

‘’Are you guys ready? Because I wanted to get some Domino’s Pizza before we leave’’

Carlistle and I exchange worried looks ‘’ Where’s Alicia?’’ he ask before we could reply she walks out of the dressing room and we tell him let’s get that pizza.

It’s after six and we are waiting on the pizza, we each discuss what we bought, while Miguel gets distracted by his phone Alicia still feels embarrassed and is still in shock, she asks us to promise never to tell anyone. (P.S her name has been changed obviously for this story lol).

We get the pizza 20 minutes later and we are rushing out of Rodney’s Bay knowing we are late for Jazz Fest, realizing we won’t get time to eat; we eat the pizza along the way while Miguel is still trying to remember the road back to the guesthouse.

 

We eventually made it to the guesthouse and Miguel sets off the alarm awakens a threated Jennifer who thinks someone is robbing her, we quickly calm her down, apologise and offer her pizza to make up.

Getting dressed takes forever since I’ve been planning my look months ahead, I actually had an African print pants made just for this occasion. The girls and I step out of our rooms and Miguel looks at me in a surprised manner, smiles and kind of blushes. He politely compliments us all

‘’You look good yourself’’ I uttered as he opens the front door for us, you might be wondering why Miguel and I aren’t a thing well… that’s not what this blog is about so I’ll just focus on the vacation for now lol.

We are driving towards the hotel and Miguel is confident he knows the way as he goggled it, I am nervous while everyone else is excited. I hope St Lucians don’t keep their time as Dominicans I said as its now after 7pm, we all laugh and all hope the same thing. We made it to the Parking Lot where policemen showed us where to park and from there a shuttle drives us to the Hotel. The Royalton Hotel as the name suggest is majestic with a huge waterfall curtaining an illumination over the name Royalton. However on getting closer to the hotel we see hundreds of guests emitting the entrance on the set red carpet. Did we miss the show I asked myself as we got out the shuttle, people were emitting the hotel while others were standing outside in small groups laughing and in heavy discussion, I went up to this well dressed gentleman and asked him kindly if we missed the show

‘’Yes, the show is over’’ he said in a French accent as he smiled we couldn’t believe it, I quickly went up to a policeman and asked the same question

‘’Yes, it just ended’’ he replied I looked at my friends and we were all in disbelief we were too late. There was this couple who came on the shuttle with us who also couldn’t believe it. I mean how our money could go to waste like that, the policemen advised us to go speak to the organizers who sat behind a table near the entrance. We told them our situation and how we didn’t know the show would be so short. They told us that there was this other show at 11, so we should hold unto our tickets and could possibly get into the next show. That was bit of a relief but we had three whole hours before the next show. We decided to sit near the waterfall take pictures and wait, to our amazement we were not the only ones waiting on the next show and other people were taking photos as well. While taking pictures a bus that was turning in the yard accidently bounced into a girl who was distracted taking photos, she didn’t notice the bus coming. We screamed and people run to her, my heart burned in my chest and saw no sign of her as the bus seemed to run over her. Miguel went together with other persons to see what happened. The three of us were worried and hoped she was ok, Miguel came back after speaking with the rest of the persons at the sight, he told us hopefully she was ok and the review mirror was what knocked her. We thanked God then sat back near the fountain when my sister’s purse fell into the waterfall, “This is the worst vacation” she cried as we managed to fish it out of the water.

“Don’t say that” I told her, hopefully her phone wasn’t in the purse but her ticket for the festival got soaked. We all looked at each other and laughed out real hard; this definitely was a vacation we wouldn’t forget.

 

Two hours later persons began going in for the second show, finally we could go in, we each gave the guy at the entrance our tickets and went in laughing at Carlisle’s embarrassing expression as she handed over her wet ticket. Inside we were greeted with a glass of fine, wine and smiling faces. The set up for the jazz was amazing, huge stage overlooking the 100s of tables and chairs. Each table covered in white table cloths and colourful candles, the ambience is so intriguing. We went to a table with chairs of four and waitresses soon serve us finger foods. The Show commences with a great MC who opens the stage with a DJ (can’t recall his name) but he’s Caucasian, long hair combed back with a hat covering his face. He begins to play this real old school R&B and the crowd goes wild, I realize it’s a bunch of grown folks at this jazz festival and I thank God I’m a 90’s baby who happens to love Old school. Every song he puts on we all sing along and couple of people stand and start dancing. The place is hyped and we are singing and dancing, unfortunately we were not allowed to take pictures or any video recordings. The main act comes out Lalah Hathaway and she is spectacular and gave a great performance, one that brought couples up front to dance with their sweetheart and I’m goshing and cherishing every moment. The show ended about minutes to 1am and everyone can’t stop talking about the show I am glad I encouraged them to attend.

We are still using GPS to find our way back to the guesthouse and somewhere along the way we decide to take a short cut and got lost, we drove to a tunnel that brought us to a dirt road with a dead end. We didn’t panic as we quickly found our way back to the main road and headed safely home.

The next day we decide to dedicate towards shopping since yesterday was a bit rushed we head back to Rodney Bay and we shop and eat till night fall. We simmer down at this restaurant and Miguel calls Yannick up to come join us since we hadn’t really hung out with him. Yannick and his girlfriend meet up with us an hour later and bring us to this bar one of their friends own just to chill and hang out. The manager offers us all a sit and he has two other friends with him so they begin talking about the spiritual realm and it goes from interesting to being really weird. This guy talks about his out of body experience and becoming an enlightened being, from Jesus to obtaining Power to do things I soon realize Yannick and his girl are into some really freaky things.

Luckily my cousin calls us up and says she is coming over to greet us, she shows up a few minutes later and after the introductions she asks us if we want to go for a quick drive around the town so she can show us a few places. We excused ourselves and off we went, the town was up and still busy as she showed us different hotels even bringing us into one to use the washroom. The Blue Coral was the hotel’s name and it was beautiful, with air conditioned washrooms and lovely pool bars, she told us to return so we could have a one day pass to spend at the hotel.

We make it back home and we’re exhausted after a long day of shopping, the next day our last day on this beautiful island, which happened to be Mother’s Day, Yannicks girlfriend decided to take us hiking and sailing at the Sandals Hotel. She used to work there so she got to sign us up for sailing for free as she said they owed her for all the stuff she’s done for them.

We waited for Yannick and his girl Keisha the next morning and we almost thought they cancelled because we were waiting for hours. However the hours were not wasted as Jennifer took the time to relish us about her life as a model in England in her younger days; she also starred in a 70’s movie called Life on Mars I think. Her model photos were numerous and lovely and she had aged beautifully. All this while we were being housed by a local celebrity, I couldn’t believe it. They finally arrive to tell us the hiking been cancelled because of a Mother’s Day event the section of the hiking was closed off. But we were told that the sailing was still on and that we should hold our swim suits. The drive to the beach was fun as we chatted about how much fun we were having and how we needed to come back soon. We also decided to go to the theatre later that night as that was one of the things I wanted to do while here. We arrive at the parking lot and walk across to the beach, on the left side of the road was the hotel and it was beautiful. With luscious green yards, beds and hammocks, like something straight out of a Travel magazine cover.

We head to a food snackette on the beach and get some food to eat as we hadn’t eaten anything since morning; we get some delicious St Lucian cuisine that causes us to lick our fingers. As we enjoy our meals, live music is beginning to play and the infamous Hotel California song comes on, Yannick begins to sing along and he goes on to explain what the song means. My sister and I exchange looks and wondered if Yannick couldn’t be any weirder. So we ended our meals and head towards the Marina where we come to the water Sports area alongside the Sandals hotel where there were many cabanas, lodge chairs and tourists. Many tourists, tourist seated at the beach restaurant which was beautifully decorated in aqua and tortoise colours, tourists at the tables beneath the umbrellas, tourist laying beneath their cabanas, tourists at the two swings made out in the sea and tourist engaging in several of the water sports . They were trying out the water skies, while a family were at kayaking and some were far out into the sea sailing, sailing the thing we came here to do. Our names were written down and we quickly changed into our bathing suits, placed on life jackets and spilt into groups of three.

We were far out into the sea with Kiesha as our sailor and Yannick was out with Miguel and Alicia. Kiesha and Yann had taken a sailing class some time back and learnt well enough to give us this treat. The water felt great splashing against my skin and the wind enveloped us in its awesome splendour. Things were going smooth till we needed to change sides and the hob cat almost capsized causing Carlistle to deep beneath some waves, I panicked as I was scared for her life, knowing she can’t swim, her face remained expressionless and it all happened so fast. Kiesha took quick control of the situation and luckily we did not turn over. We laughed it off minutes later and enjoyed the rest of sailing as normal. We decided to head back to shore as the wind began going against the sailes,we made it safely back to shore and went over to some floating pools on the water while we waiting for Yannick’s team to return.

They eventually joined us and told us of their tales as we told them of ours; we were all laughing and grinning at the same time. We relaxed in the pool some more then did some swimming. Looking at the beautiful hotel before us and the beauty of the sun on this lovely day I smiled knowing I enjoyed myself and was going to miss this place.

 

We headed back home about minutes to five to return to go to the theatre as planned. However between packing and getting ready to go to the movies we arrived five minutes late for the movie we were supposed to see at 7pm. Yannick and Kiesha decided to wait with us for the next movie that started at 8:15 so we could see it from the beginning. It was pretty sweet on their part but we had to return the vehicle to the rentals by 10 and no doubt we were going to be late for that as well. But in St Lucia time went out the window as we were on vacation darn it.

The Avengers Infinity ended after 10 and it did not disappoint, quickly after we made our way out of town and towards the rentals. The owner wasn’t pleased about the time we returned but brushed it off after Yann explained the situation. We all made ourselves in Yannicks jeep and headed back to the guesthouse. It began to dawn on me that this vacation was really over and my heart felt heavy.

We got back to the guesthouse to meet Jennifer waiting on us; she had made out four autographed paintings of hers to us. She told us how she enjoyed our company and would miss us terribly.

The next day we were packed and ready to leave and head out to meet the Ferry at 7am, with sleep in our eyes. I looked at the streets, trees, the town Castries who we were too busy to visit; one last time (I secretly promised I’d be back to visit as four days was just not enough).We waved Yann good bye and my heart cried as we said good bye to the lovely island of St Lucia.

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Laurna Guiste

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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When nothing seems to be working

Hi Guys,

Laurna here,i know its been a while since I’ve been on WordPress,months to be exact and just trying to get on has been a little frustrating  to say the least as I couldn’t remember my password. I mean geez! I know embarrassing but blame it on living in a technological obsessed world,using more than 10 passwords and login information just to do my everyday work things can get confusing and passwords do get  mixed up or maybe I’m just getting old.

Anyways it feels so good to be back,and lately I have been living my best life,lol well if putting on a few pounds whist eating the most amazing meals indicates a happy life well I’ve been living my friends. Well like everything it comes with a price and a big butt,larger hips and growing tummy and cheeks are what are to pay for it.  I have been trying to diet and in the past I have succeeded at these get slim quick things,I have loved exercising and have gotten the time to. But lately its just not happening for me,I mean my discipline is not what it used to be and I lack consistency. So what used to work before I am having difficulty keeping up with it now. My taste buds have been wrestling with me like a kid with a tantrum who spits out the tasteless peas .

I have a few things working against me,for one my hours of work has changed I usually wake late and come  home in the evenings too tired to do any form of exercising. Secondly I am always tired,too tired to prepare these fancy healthy lunches and I am just too tired. But when you look at it closely they are nothing but excuses,and when it comes to being healthy there is no amount of price that is too big to pay.

So,if I want definite results I have to really push myself,get out of my comfort zone and make the necessary adjustments. I am self motivated hence why these positive affirmations of what needs to be done but it is not easy. I started  the  all Oats diet and couldn’t go through with its tastelessness ,been trying to return to the Atkins diet or at least try the Keto and its just not happening. Vegetables has been expensive and eating out has become the norm,but at the end of it my nice clothes are no longer fitting,I get breathless quickly and my face don’t look as cute. So losing weight is a must for me!

It feels like nothing is working when really I have not been as consistent and determined as I should be. I need to want this, I need to organize a plan that best fits my schedule and stick to it. I am currently on a bet with my best friend to lose 40lbs by January,it is attainable and I can do it,but it is going to take a lot of work and me pushing myself.

So bloggers that’s one of my latest challenges  and maybe today you too a struggling with attaining something could also be with weight loss,maybe its with a job,a relationship a specific goal whatever it is, it may not always come easy. But do know that nothing good comes easy and good things come to those who not only pray but work for it. Your hard work will one day pay off,and you will be so much prouder of yourself because you know you deserve every ounce of it and you did it, no one else but you and God. So do join me if you dare to lunch forward with determination,perseverance and a no quit attitude till you see results.

From your blogger friend

Laurna Guiste

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Feeling stuck

What have you been up to lately? I am currently stuck on a piece and everything has been difficult,down to the images are being hard to lay my hands on..sigh. I hope that means it’s going to be a great read.Currently frustrated and letting weeks pass by without posting because I am busy working on a paper smh,may I vent.

Hope you guys are having a great week,I have recently started watching Game of thrones and drinking unsweetened chocolate tea before bed,do i sound like an old lady or a frustrated, normal, young  adult enjoying the little moments life offers.

This is an impromptu write,see you guys soon with something a little more interesting.

One Love

Signed Laurna

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Chronicles of a Woman’s mind

Women hold grudges,years pass by and we hold unto it closer than we hug our best friends..

She hated work ,Alice felt like she was being haunted by all her past lovers as  she wore insecurity as a daily garment,worn in rag like attire,not pretty at all,rather uncomfortable. She often felt embarrassed that others could see its dirty edges beneath her formal wear  and most likely they did.

Alice had many boyfriends or guys she got close to,flirted with foreplay  which ended before she even knew she was in a game of being heart broken. She felt prey to many situation ships and it added to her grotesque robe of pity and hatred.

Alice couldn’t bear seeing her exes lovers or girlfriends as she often compared her self to them living her incomplete and unhappy. Life seemed to be cruel to Alice as she began seeing them more often.

She felt life was unfair as they seemed to be on every road she strutted  upon,at every corner,she felt the envy at every meeting,the long,hard stares,the awkward silence,the gazes,she felt they knew her stories because she was stupid enough to share them with him.

Alice was like many women creating her own monsters in her head,fighting her existence,trying to prove herself to her allies that she too was worthy. Jealousy choked her like a heavy bead necklace she couldn’t dare rest at the dressing table before bed at night.

She compared her curves,her eyes,her hands,lips to hers,her reflection in the mirror was never kind as she thought he’d always prefer hers.

Alice was living a lie,sealed in a shell of self deception as she held unto something that was no longer in her grip. She had to fight off the demon of her insecurity and be grounded in who she is and love that person fiercely.

Alice owed it to herself to let go, move on,be strong and be free from comparisons and be and LOVE her individual self as God would desire her too.

Chronicles of a Woman’s Mind..

Written by Laurna Guiste

 

 

 

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Ever so near

Love is taking time to walk,to hear to listen

Love is in the patience,the showing up,the calls..

Love is wrapped in blankets of hugs,kisses,a cup of coffee,a surprised visit

A  simple hello a rub on the back,a touch of the hand,means so much

to one who feels like life has stopped.

Parents joy are their children,I believe  nothing could cause more pain than as in the show of neglect,lack of respect shown from a child to their parent,

Seeing the ones they have raised,breast fed and helped turn their backs on them

Love is in listening to their stories,laughing their jokes and spending the time,

Time that can never be forgotten or gotten back,

For time for them is limited and so dear

So today,take the time off to care and be ever so near.

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Laurna Guiste

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Pops Restaurant Review

Pops Restaurant is situated in the heart of the primary town of Dominica,Roseau. A cozy little restaurant with an american theme,modern architecture with red drapes at the windows onlooking into the streets. I step in and feel quite welcomed.

Greeted by the staff at the counter after I scrolled through the offered menu i decided on the “Grand Slam” an all inclusive big breakfast pf champions just to be informed that they do not have eggs or sausages. i frowned and ordered- bacon,buttered toast,pancakes and iced tea.

My appetite dances and is highly anticipating of the meal it is about to receive,which my palates are  already thankful for. I am served within 15 minutes but i stare in disbelief as the young waitress brings a white Styrofoam container to my table along with a plastic fork in a white napkin. I opened the container to find my ordered breakfast squeezed together,toast, pancakes and bacon  all over each other. The iced tea was also in a Styrofoam cup. I did not understand the reason for having such cheap table wear at an upscale looking restaurant. I did expect silverware folks and a knife please,a glass and a porclein plate at least,I did say I was going to stay in the restaurant to eat it and not take it home with me.I also had to wait to use the syrup as it was being passed around.

 

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Nonetheless I took a bite and to my horror the pancakes were bitter,the bacon was salty and the iced tea could have taken more sugar. The only palatable item was the buttered toast. Forced to tear through the bacon and pancakes with my hands since i was not given a knife. I placed my focus elsewhere to escape this torture i placed upon myself. To add insult to injury two young boys entered the restaurant for tea and were very loud and obnoxious, laughing very loudly without stopping and refusing the waitresses demand to step outside or be quiet.

I emitted that place before I could see how long they could keep up with their lack of discipline

That restaurant was not what I expected and fell below expectations in several areas. The ambiance is good but the food doesn’t fall through with what is surmised.

I rate this restaurant at a 2.4 rating .

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Laurna Guiste

 

 

 

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It’s Friday..

It’s Friday and I’m leaving the office,stepping over the noises of the familiar voices I’ve been hearing all week. My bag is heavy on my side,it holds  my lap top and my makeup i have my lunch bag in my hand,I sigh it’s been a long week,but a good one.

I’ts a carnival weekend,a festive one,a season where women get excused for dressing up and parading the streets with next to nothing on. A weekend of anticipated drunkenness and reveling the streets. But I’m stepping out just thankful it’s another TGIF,a phrase that’s being trended all over the world today and yes I’m thankful.

Before I could get hold of the door,he stops me,or I stop him,he says he hates me for always leaving without saying good bye,I smile and turn to face him and tapping him on the shoulder “Oh I forgot to tell you,be safe this weekend,don’t drink and drive”

“Again” he corrects me

“Again”now a crowd is forming,more of my co workers are leaving.His eyes never leaves me,I smile”Good bye Sam”

I make my way towards Cat Cafe on King George the fifth Street,this small, rustic restaurant that sells crepes and coffee. I know the owner,she’s french,I actually liked to work there. Now it’s just where I hang occasionally,I order the Cat Cafe,the coffee with the white frosting on top,sprinkled with cinnamon. I breathe in deeply,

Thank God it’s Friday..

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Laurna Guiste

 

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It’s never too late to start fresh

I hope I’m not too late in wishing my readers and fellow bloggers a Happy and prosperous New Year..I have been busy procrastinating to say the least. I will be honest with you,it has been a while since I’ve written and as usual a lot has happened since then. But my blog site has always been in my mind and heart and my thoughts are always on here thinking of my next,new post. I have not written in here but that doesn’t mean I have stopped writing,doodling in note pads,pieces of paper all over my house. Truly, I may have gotten lazy but I will never cease to write,I will  forever love this gift of writing and will forever hope to inspire. So Happy 2018 and I hope the year started off well for you and that many of you are still at your New Years resolutions and wont give up on them by next month and more than that kudos to those who are just continuing on the projects they started last year and bringing them to fruition or higher heights.

Last year My country experienced a category 5 Hurricane,Hurricane Maria,one which took many lives and homes,hopefully this time I didn’t suffer such a loss but it was like dejai vous  since I’ve already gone through similar catastrophe,one that forced me to vacate my home in the summer of 2016. My place of residence has been different for almost three years now and without the presence of my brother home  has been and felt different too.(That’s another blog). But yes my country Dominica,is currently under  reconstruction,trying to stand after she was brought to her knees,the healing has been slow but steady. Many people are still without homes,jobs and still grieving loved ones.

Hence,one word that sums up my 2017 is Grateful, I am forever grateful for life,my family,my present home and for every blessed day and thing i have been given. For every moment we live and breathe is a blessing for tomorrow is not promised.

I do not know what 2018 holds but I know God holds my 2018 and His word says don’t worry about tomorrow because He is in control.

So, I did not write down many resolutions per say but I do desire  to acquire greater discipline in finishing things   I start,stop living in the past,stop comparing my journey/life with others,be focused and avoid distractions. I hope we as writers/bloggers write and blog more this year and truly inspire others to be their best selves and live their best lives. From one blogger to another,let’s blog shall we?

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Two years natural

 

 

Two years now since I’ve been natural and its been a bitter sweet experience. I did the big chop and I texturized my hair because I thought it would be more manageable.

I didn’t quite embrace my natural hair at first,I would texturize it because it was so short and I didn’t know how to handle it.

 

I decided to go back natural because I was fed up of the relaxers who did more harm than good. My hair was breaking badly,the color had changed from black to brown and I couldn’t wet my hair as freely as I wished without me looking like a stray cat. I wanted freedom and relaxing my hair every three months was also costly. Moreover I heard that relaxers are toxic and damage your scalp,I believed so because I was a victim of having several scalp burns and oozing painful sores after I tried economizing and let my sister do my hair. Dollars were saved but my scalp wasn’t.

My cousin gave me my first relaxer just before attending high school since I wouldn’t have time to comb my naturally thick hair in the mornings before school,relaxers made it easier.

I recall my hair reaching my back the first day I did my hair,was so thick and long,I felt amazing. I flipped that  hair and I felt like magic. With years my hair got damaged and broke horribly and my hair got short at the fronts. I started not liking my hair but still relaxed it because it was what I had become accustomed to. I hated how I got roots fast every time I wet or washed my hair. Sea and river baths became less enjoyable since I had my hair to worth about after. Every night we were required to set it in rollers so it could curl the next day,no doubt there were good hairstyle days but my hair always got roots fast and was still breaking.

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Me with relaxed hair

Endured damaged hair for years and I decided to dye my hair on my birthday,bleach it actually. Oh my I looked so gorgeous with blonde curls however up keeping it was tedious as I couldn’t wet it as I pleased. So I got fed up and was motivated to go natural because almost all those around me was becoming hair conscious and natural was the new trend. I was reluctant at first but went all the way in Feb 2015.

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The big chop

 

The first year was hard and at times I wanted to give up as it was so short and couldn’t style as I wanted. I so desired to have my hair in one,up in a messy bun but I had to endure the afro season and it was tough.

 

I thank God for my best friend who also joined the natural journey and she assisted me greatly with product usage. I honestly did not do proper research before embarking on this journey. I didn’t know how to care for my hair using modernised and more fulfilling products that suited my hair texture. She told me about sulphate free shampoos,leave in conditioners and deep conditioners.

It was a whole new world and I became excited about my journey since i began experimenting with new products. Before that I felt stuck in a rut and texturized my hair as I didn’t like the texture. My hair also was still breaking, I was upset about that since that was one of the reasons why I went natural in the first place to avoid breakage. My bestie rescued me again and hooked me up with some hair mayonnaise that elimated breakage.

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Growing out my natural hair

So doing your research before you return natural is very important. Research your texture and discover what works for your type of hair. It took some trials with different products to decide what I liked best. I decided I wanted products that enhanced my natural curls and encouraged growth so I use Olive oil deep conditioner.

My hair texture has changed significantly from when I was a kid. As a child I had very course,thick short difficult hair. That was why I texturized my hair to make it more manageable,but I wasn’t embracing my natut hair,there was still chemicals added in my hair. I must say my encouragement to go all the way natural came from the huge wave of naturals posting embracing their natural hair all over social media hashtag team natural bombarded me and I seemed to be missing out.

I got so motivated that I followed these natural hair queens and the products they used and started experimenting some more. I got to more growth but the ends were still texturized, one day after washing my hair I got so frustrated with those straight ends that I took a scissors and began chopping the straight ends. I wanted to be fully natural.

So with patience I got all the texturized ends out and I was all natural. My hair had to undergo me being very patient and loving my hair. I developed a hair regimen,I got the products and my hair has gotten curlier and longer.

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Hair with Texturizer

The journey has been bittersweet, ups and downs but the longer I stick it out the more I see my hair transforming to the curly long hair I desire. The key is patience,self love, love the crap out of your hair and don’t be afraid to experiment different hairstyles and products.

Natural hair journey may not be for everyone,but it’s a personal decision I made for personal reasons which I stated and its doing what works best for you and loving yourself no matter what.

Written by

Laurna Guiste

 

 

 

 

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Hikes,hot springs and a tad for traveling heavy..

Travel light he says, it’s a hike, most you’ll need is water, and he being a photographer felt it ideal to hold his camera. That wasn’t going to be easy for me, knowing I’m the girl who never travels light even when she really wants to. I always feel the need to hold stuff in case such an such a scenario arises, I hold extra food, clothing, water and extra clothes because there was always this one time I under packed and I deeply regretted it, hence I believe it left me paranoid and ever since I feel the need to hold extra.
So my friend of over four years decided we should go on this hike from my village Point Mitchell to the next village Soufriere a 4.4mile hike. Soufriere being a lovely village of beaches and hot springs ,he particularly wanted to visit the hot springs since he recently sprained his shoulder, he said he needed the springs healing properties ,I personally needed the walk to burn off some extra calories.
So that morning started off being a bit overcast and before the hike I rushed to town to buy a “few” necessities and before I knew it I was in town for over two hours and hauling several grocery bags. I hurriedly messaged my friend Jackson to apologize for my tardiness when I told him I wouldn’t be late. He laughed and assured me it was ok as we had the whole day. I got back home and quickly prepared two sandwiches got my back pack held some snacks and one grocery bag with water and energy drinks and out the door I went.
At that time it was noon and the sun was out in full blast, I wished we had gone earlier, with me already exhausted from my early morning shopping my energy levels were down. I waited on Jackson and decided not to think about it too much, he eventually arrived with nothing but a back pack, a huge grin on his face and a huge umbrella. I found it a bit extra and funny at first but proved to save our behinds when we began walking, that sun was blasting our skins and that umbrella seemed like the only oasis to us. We were a little distance just above my village, undertaking a twirling road that had me sweating profusely, “Can you make it?”he asked I shook my head up and down but my body seemed to say no, I wanted this hike so bad but here I was struggling just a few minutes in, vehicles were passing us often and I tried hiding the embarrassed look on my face. We made it to the top of that the road which was u flat, which I was grateful for. I began to notice the trees properly and green mountain capes and the hike began to seem doable, then Jackson eyed his watch and decided to stop a bus. We hopped on and he explained that we wouldn’t be able to make it in time as it was nearing 1pm. The bus ride proved him correct, it was rather lengthy but what lovely sights his camera missed, and he couldn’t catch them on a moving bus.
We safely made it to Soufriere and the villager’s eyes were curious but welcoming, I noticed the paint was chipping on some of the wooden houses, and the children were shirtless, careless and free running up and down the road. We met up with a small group of villager’s looking at a cricket match being played on the field. Jackson made out one of his friends that was playing fieldsman and he hid behind a tree and took his picture. The trees were majestic aligned on both sides on the amazing road that lead to the springs, and we were soon greeted by scouts in their green berets running down the roads.

 

Jackson soon began taking pictures of me and next thing I knew I was demonstrating model behavior in a knee high jeans, a worn tennis shoe and colored vest, I felt so ordinary but Jackson hunger for building his portfolio made him take several snaps as possible. Trees and more trees, guava, coconut, mangoes all sorts of tropical trees welcomed us to their part of the village. The mountain wore several shades of green, creating a spectacular background; I thanked God I resided in such a lovely place. A group of young girls arrived as soon as we made it to the parking lot before the springs; there was this huge clearing an information center which was currently closed, two wooden houses with washrooms and exchange rooms.

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As we got closer the scent of sulfur hung in the air welcoming us to its serenity, there was this huge sulfur pool where several kids were playing, Jackson and I decided to go higher into the forest to the pools that were more secluded and private. The forest was covered in dead leaves and stones and sulfur rich soils created a path leading us to three amazing pools.

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The First one was rather lukewarm so we went to the second one, which was way hotter. Our bodies eventually adjusted to the temperature and we sat back, as we were engulfed by sulfuric waters that soothed our minds, bodies and spirits. Cleansing from all stress and trauma and flowing out our systems,cleaning our pores from blemish and scars. Melting our aches and releasing them back out into the dirt where it belongs. Jackson and I sat back and enjoyed each other’s company and the lovely island in which we were born.

Thanks for taking time out to read my blog, keep following as I take you along my adventures as a blogger.

Written by
Laurna Guiste