Hope Town

It was New Years morning in Hope Town, and the dance party with fireworks and live music in the tiny settlement last night had been positive and ‘normal’ and heartwarming. We had arrived...
We’d arrived late afternoon the day before and were still settling in. The tent was up, air mattresses were full, things were under cover.  The house in which we were staying was damaged...
After a rainy and delayed start to the morning, we left Ft. Lauderdale in a small twin engine plane bound for Marsh Harbor, Great Abaco.I asked the pilot about flights in and out, from his personal...
‘It seems the guest house we were going to stay in might be uninhabitable,’ my friend Brid said, calling me in early December.I put him on speaker and opened the two pictures he sent me....