In the summer of 1999, my new husband and I boarded a plane in Dallas the day after our wedding to meander our way toward our honeymoon on the isle of Martinique, part of the Lesser Antilles in the French Caribbean. We eventually landed on the island of St. Lucia after an overnight stop in San Juan, Puerto Rico. We debarked, and I laughed happily at how familiar it felt to be back in the Caribbean of my youth as a couple of chickens and a goat meandered across the runway. Looking back ... View Post