tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112793.post6448718301344957808..comments2023-09-24T03:18:15.557-04:00Comments on Guanaguanare: the laughing gull: Parang In The Sun [Song]Guanaguanarehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16633889363662650322noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112793.post-54299618464517424012012-10-01T17:01:44.561-04:002012-10-01T17:01:44.561-04:00Hello Kitabwalli,
A blue butterfly! What a lovely...Hello Kitabwalli, <br />A blue butterfly! What a lovely greeting! I know what you mean. The warmth always gets me too - it envelops the visitor upon arrival. And when you have left winter behind the contrast is even more stark. As the plane begins to descend, my heart rate always quickens and I cannot wait to land, to get out of Customs, to meet the family members awaiting me. It's the leaving that I cannot take. The dread of having to experience the heartbreak of another departure actually makes me reluctant to visit. You have no privacy on a plane and as I am either on the brink of tears or actually crying on the way back, it is always a very sad, uncomfortable and lonely journey for me.<br /><br />Thanks for your comment!<br /><br />BlessingsGuanaguanarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16633889363662650322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112793.post-78597476686858186272012-10-01T09:43:40.752-04:002012-10-01T09:43:40.752-04:00Haha - I like this. The first time my son (whose d...Haha - I like this. The first time my son (whose dad is Trini) and I visited Trinidad (1974) was the day after Christmas. Such a snowstorm, the plane could hardly take off. One of my fondest memories is landing in heat and rain at Piarco.<br /><br />And in the old airport was a huge blue butterfly.Kitabwallihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13997394121610953371noreply@blogger.com