25 years ago I was confused, hurt and lost.

The current chapter of my life I was writing came to an abrupt, unexpected end.

Knowing I needed a change, but not knowing exactly what that meant, I decided one day to simply book a trip to the Virgin Islands.

Alone.

There’s an authenticity to my favorite Caribbean joints.

There’s an authenticity to my favorite people.

There’s an authenticity to my favorite songs.

There’s an authenticity to St Ignace, that I’m starting to appreciate.