Nicole bid a fond farewell to the other mermaids in the Marriott’s pool. It was a difficult goodbye, they had bonded as only mermaids can. As excited as the other three of us were to get out of the hotel and into our new home, Nicole had adamantedly voted to live in the Marriott. Why? Three reasons: 1. They have fancy mints. 2. They have servants that clean your room. 3. They have a pool.
We packed up our suitcases once again, and left the Marriott to drive to Maraval, a northern suburb of Port of Spain. We drove the 15 minute commute, and were thrilled to arrive at our door step.
The door we will be opening every day for the next two years, when we come home.
This is what we will see every morning as we head out the door.
There are beautiful white birds that fly by, making a dramatic contrast with the dark green of the hills.