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Have you ever done the unthinkable? You see, I secured a 7-day vacation for two to meet a man I barely knew to one of the most exotic places in the Caribbean. I met him during my previous travels on a transatlantic cruise. He was our server and nearly 12 years my junior. This vision of hotness was a 6ft 5 wonder, chocolatey velvet skin, curly hair dark like mahogany; full lips, he glided as he walked. He had the nerve to look GQ magazine gorgeous! I became smitten each time he passed by our table. I couldn’t get enough of his sweet smiles. After my voyage ended, we stayed in touch and engaged in mushy Skype conversations every day. We professed how excited we were to be reunited. The days and weeks that coursed by felt like an eternity. The day finally arrived, I was at the airport. People were bustling everywhere. My heart was beating in anticipation. Here I was a single mother who was about to embark on a romantic rendezvous with the man of my dreams in the beautiful island of St. Lucia. Was I crazy? Yes. Was I scared? Hell yes! I slathered on my fourth coat of lip gloss and primped my curly fro. Just moments before I was summoned to board the plane, I received an unsettling text message…from HIM. My jaw dropped in horror. The words “I’m sorry I can’t make it”, were the words that stood out in the message. The anger and tears were welling up but I kept my composure. It was one thing to be stood up but travelling solo to a foreign place was not exactly on my agenda nor have I never done it before! As I settled into my window seat, a spritely woman extended her hand, “Hi my name is Margaret and this is my husband Frank!” Is this your first time heading to St. Lucia?” Margaret was eager to carry on a full conversation during the entire flight. I was trying hard not to be standoffish. I was going through a crisis here. All I could do was smile politely and sink deeper in my seat. Butterflies were doing somersaults in my stomach. When the fear finally set in, all I could think about was being kidnapped or lost. When the plane landed, all passengers anxiously gathered their bags and disembarked from the plane. When it was my turn to get off, my legs felt like jellyfish going down the steps of the aircraft. As soon as my foot touched the St. Lucian soil, it was like this calmness came over me. I vividly remember the sea water smell, from a distance the Pitons were peaking through the misty clouds, there was pure lush greenery surrounding every square inch of the landscape, the swaying of palm trees, the warm wind gently caressing my skin. It was picture postcard perfect. I whispered to myself, “Am I really doing this?” And so my adventure began. Every waking day in paradise was a dream come true. It started with an impromptu bus ride into Castries the grand capital, wandering in amazement and conversing with the city locals. I was easily embraced as one of their own. I danced the night away in the streets of Gros Ilet with partygoers from all walks. I hightailed along the coastline via motorboat, catching the wind in my curls with not one worry in my soul. I swam among different shades of fish in the warm Caribbean Sea. In Soufriere, a town just located on the east coast of St. Lucia had me in awe. It was famously known for its hot volcanic mud bath and cascading waterfalls. It was all an exhilarating experience and I didn’t want it to end. I absolutely loved being single! It was the freedom, being the queen of my own itinerary. I had met so many people along the way. I didn’t need a partner to do it with. Just like Stella, I got my groove back while finding a new love in the process. My heart truly belonged to St. Lucia.