While America's Cup has developed into an international event, its roots are decidedly British – the original event took place between the Isle of Wight and the south coast of England in the 1800s. As a British Commonwealth Overseas Territory, Bermuda still retains a good measure of British culture, with plenty of island soul mixed in. America's Cup Village was housed on Cross Island in the Royal Naval Dockyard, once the largest British naval base outside the United Kingdom. A manmade island, Cross Island extends out into the Great Sound and was built specifically for the 35th America's Cup. See further info here
This tree is a species of palm, with odd roots and seeds like a pinecone. Don't the roots look like they could walk right out of there? This was a small one, the larger ones had giant roots. Below are the pinecone-like seeds.
I will be the first to admit, most of the roads do not have sidewalks, except in a few housing areas, but, it seems that the drivers watch out for the pedestrians. I am too American for that and I carefully walk through the grass as opposed to the local habit of the middle of the road.
To be fair, it was at the side of the road, but, most roads were wide enough for two scooters to go by each other.
¸.♥´¸.•♥*¨) Let the sun shine in on your life
So the joy may touch your soul
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I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
and these are what my prayers look like;
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
"where does it hurt?"