Once upon a time in Haiti, perfect water droplets danced on our van’s windshield as we zoomed past colorful taptaps on the wet, open road. Green mountains greeted us. We were chasing the sun under deep, grey clouds on our way to the beach. We ended up at Club Indigo where eventually, the clouds went their separate ways, and the sun stopped in for a short visit. The warm water welcomed us with open arms, and the Prestige bottles kept our thirsts at bay. Lambi (conch), pwason griye (grilled fish), griyo (fried pork), and bannan peze (fried plaintains) came in abundance. The coconut vendor became a quick friend as I asked all sorts of questions about his life in Kreyol. I strolled the empty beach, happy that I was in my beloved country. Allowing the sand to embrace my toes. Closing my eyes to the sounds and smells of paradise. Almost dreading my return to the reality I had back in New York. And looking forward to another trip for my honeymoon next year.
Yes, I have decided. Haiti will be my honeymoon destination.