HelpXing in St.Vincent

Well, apart from being like 20 mins waiting at the airport for the security aduan agents sorting out about the people who I was gonna be with (if I knew it I would have invent it as always the place Im staying and stuff, but.. u know, its just a matter of principles of not lying, but they are encouraging me more&more to do that and I start to like it and make my own story of the trip when they keep on asking. The thing is..if Im tired, Im pretty vulnerable lol) -as I was telling them that it was a guy, and it was a woman. Well anyway, some funny misunderstoods, but all the time like..dont worry, dont worry about anything. And.. how do u want me to be worried, I have just started my trip, Im coming to Barbados, Im gonna be HelpXing and..I have such an amazing trip going through my mind.
Airport apart, the morning I spent with my host mother&sister in the capital. What a crazy market, life in the street, everybody shouting..well, like St.Lucia but more.. (exagerated).
The place was sooo far away from everything, on the top of a Mountain in a zone called "Mesopotamia" as there were used to be rivers in there. They have their own climax there. Always fresh, with clouds around and nice 4 dogs in the house. Soooooo many things to do apparently of restauration. But I was seeing the rest of my time there just stuck, just for myself. Somehow..I wanted that already.
Time for thinking. Time for reflecting. Time for blue book.

pic: Arriving in St. Vincent. Kingstown (the capital) back on the left.
video: rainy sunset sky. The house.