Barbados...Flying fish, anyone?

Early April saw a 2-week break in the school schedule in St. Lucia. The second week of this saw myself and three fellow PCVs in Barbados catching the tail end of some moderate swells. (a full-page spread in Surfer magazine was taken at one of the breaks just 3 days before we arrived.) Highlights included good surf, flying fish at the fish fry, meeting a friendly local named Tyrone who we surfed with, enjoying time off of our own islands now spent on a different rock, hitting on waitresses and internet-cafe clerks, getting our sunglasses stolen by our new-found friend Tyrone, and the general shenanigans that occur over the course of a week.