...so here is another treasure from Antigua, my Calabash. I found it washed up on a deserted beach at five in the morning as the sun rose and before my little charges awoke ( I was a nanny then ) I've had it for twenty years and I love it.
A Rastafarian woman living down the road from us used to pick calabash from the trees, halve them while still soft, scrape out the flesh, carve patterns on the side and sell them to tourists. She made pots & bags out of them but she also used them in her home. They were lovely and I brought some home as gifts but I do love mine just natural and beautiful.
It sometimes seems a lifetime ago that my husband & I lived and worked in Antigua. It is a very special place for us. Of course it's changed so much in the years but it'll always be our place. We never had a honeymoon after we were married but it didn't matter - we'll always have Antigua.