While waiting on our lunch to be served at the seafront Creole restaurant, La Rhumerie du Pirate, located on Grande-Terre, I decided to walk towards the shore to look around and admire the views of Atlantic waves crashing against limestone rocks.
Behind the cliff-perched restaurant were over a dozen abandoned conch shells. A local passing by noticed my surprise and shared–after inquiring about my Guadeloupe trip–that fishermen leave these behind regularly for anyone who wants to take them home. “They’re beautiful, but you can’t travel with them,” she cautioned, unaware that I visit the Caribbean often enough to >> know this. I smiled, thanked her for the information and watched her leave with two shells in hand.
While taking photos of the coral against the blue seascape, marveling at the simple but striking Caribbean colors and at this unexpected rugged landscape on the easternmost tip of Guadeloupe’s main island, two kids walked into my frame. They were coming out to play and examine the shells, like I was.
This was one of my favorite moments from my trip, where I felt at peace and filled with gratitude for the gift of travel–how it has shaped my life for the better, and continues to do so some thirty years later.
Wishing everyone in the USA and away from home a warm, peaceful Thanksgiving weekend.
My trip to Guadeloupe Islands was sponsored by the Guadeloupe Tourist Board and ATOUT France, but all opinions, stories and gushing (if any) are my own.