Learning Why Blacks can’t Swim
…According to one of my friends it is a legacy of slavery. This fear is supposedly inside every person of African origin because of the memories it brings back. Now I understand why my mother had a nervous breakdown when I forgot to tell her the place I was camping this weekend had a beach. Not fun in the moment but quite funny now I am thinking of it.
It is the second time we are returning to this area. The first time we found it by mistake but the nice coincidence is we met the land owner a few months after. It was a nice surprise to realize that we could now go whenever we wanted to on this little piece of paradise.
This trip would not have been complete without collecting some seashells for my jewelry. Priceless.