As island kids are sitting back in class, I hope they are looking back on their summer memories with fondness as we are. We had quite a busy summer at Fleur de Lys and TC Millwork. In June the millshop moved into a brand new space, a bright and lofty building we made our own with Caribbean classic louvered windows and giant mahogany doors. In July the villa welcomed a large British family, long time dear friends of island neighbors, who enjoyed a splendid four weeks on holiday. One of their two young boys learned to swim during their stay so many hours were spent both in the pool, and in the ocean, splashing about with his new skill. Snorkel masks and fins were soon added to the new swimmer and a whole new world of fish and sea creature wonderment was opened. There was curiosity on land as well. This incredibly vibrant lizard paid a brief villa visit, just long enough for the family to take several fantastic photos.
From top to bottom left to right:
Basketball competition, jamming to the tunes of the dj, Director Nikita giving a helping hand to her daughter under the limbo, preparing for the talent competition, volunteer Taylor Drotman and one of the star limboers getting his strategy down, and the Bean Bag Toss with director Roxann looking on.
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Today will be the final day to experience one of the flagships of Providenciales dining. Restaurateur couple Daphne and Pierik Marizou end their over decade long legacy of serving fine French and Caribbean cuisine. Caicos Cafe will be greatly missed by residents and travelers alike. I am certain I speak for Turks and Caicos when I express our sincerest gratitude to the Marizou family for so many wonderful meals and memories.
On a road trip through New Brunswick, not long after traveling east across the province to the coast passing fewer than a half dozen cars in three hours, we suddenly hit traffic. Bumber to bumper cars, some of them decorated in parade style, all of them full of cheerful people who were in celebration mode. Rows and rows of colorful flags draped across the small town two lane highway, repeated every few hundred yards. As our road trip came to a slow crawl we had ample opportunity to look around; most of the houses lining the road were adorned with the same strands of colorful flags, the kind that you often hang to draw attention to an open house. As we inched closer to what I later discovered was the town of Tabusintac, many of the houses boasted family reunion signs and crowds of people picnicing on the front lawns. Several people were perched on their front porches, or reclining in their lawn chairs, waving at all the traffic go by. Were we somehow mixed into the parade? What exactly was going on? The entire town was having a family reunion? We passed what looked to be a fairgound with tents set up, old cars parked in the front, and a big sign reading “Old Home Days.” I so wanted to be part of the fun; maybe we should stop and pretend we are long lost cousins?
After googling the phrase I desperately regret not stopping. Check out the schedule! Country market, salmon supper, quilt show, Durty Nelly Dance, antique car show, Thirsty Rangers Welcome Home, corn boil, pancake breakfast, Wheel of Farmer, Mackerel Fishing Derby, Old Fashioned Kitchen Party, Genealogy Fair, and a raft race. I could have stayed the whole week! On Family Day alone I could have had a delightful day of pony rides, pie eating, tug of war, visiting the petting zoo, shopping at the craft sale, then taking a spin on a wagon. Every little town needs an “Old Home Days.”