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One of my memorable visits and times of tranquility was visiting Trinidad. I didn't get to see all T &T, not of course without setting foot on Tobago. It was nice, not grand like some type of Spalding desert; oasis and women clad in their festive wildlife. No, it was grainy, real, warm, and the ocean breeze speckled across the floor of Indians & Africans, long settled here to develop a national identity with culture bright as the g rinded turmeric ascending in the dishes. None of it, of course would have been more pleasant had it without an old friend. It is a place, I can always think of setting foot, into relax. Until you've gone somewhere, you cant enjoy the peace pervading enjoyed by the homebody, nor share in her discomforts of the familiarity(to which you are unfamiliar). But, you can say at least, i stepped on your homeland, danced (well i didn't get the chance to meet some pretty ladies, but inside I did- and that is all good enough for me), and laid on your mixed soil, inhabitants speaking volumes for the present, and the vanishing past.