I was lucky enough to spend some of my school days in Barbados, where my father was working, and this gave me a taste for hot weather.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I love Barbados, it's really relaxing.
My father is from Jamaica, and as a child I spent many holidays there. I remember the weight and drenching wetness of that hot rain, as I experienced it in my childhood, not only for itself, but for what it represented for me.
And, of course, Barbados is the other place where I like to be.
My father was an airline pilot, so we travelled more spontaneously than a lot of families. On a Thursday, we could decide to go somewhere like Barbados the next day for a long weekend.
I'm not a big fan of cold weather; that's why I moved to Vegas!
In England, rain was thin and cold, and made you hunch up inside your coat, walking home from the bus stop. In Jamaica, it was wide and thick and invited you to step into it, and see how wet you could get, and be thrilled that it was warmer than the sea and warmer than your skin; it was abandon.
I managed to take a family trip to the Bahamas and it was quite lovely.
I once had money to burn. I'd fly to Barbados for the weekend. I lived in a twenty-two-room mansion and had my pick of four luxury cars.
As a young person growing up in Washington, D.C., summers were hot, humid and relentless. My friends and I grew more restless and adventurous with every passing year.
Every summer my father gave us this incredible vacation, in the Philippines, Thailand, Europe - wherever.
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