From Melville Hall Airport in the North of the island of Dominica I had to catch a taxi into Roseau in the South. My taxi driver Frank was from Loubiere which is the village I am staying. On our long drive into Roseau he told me about some of the history of the island. To pay my driver I had to stop into town to use an ATM, because the Melville Hall airport did not have a cash machine. I did not know ahead of time, so here’s another small tip - get cash in exchange currency before you arrive.

After my bumpy but beautiful ride along the coast, the taxi driver helped me tote my oversize luggage out the car and left. My first destination was to pick up my keys. In Dominica, there are no numbered street grids but street signs, so if you are not from the island it can be a challenge at first to find your way around.

I arrived in the rental agency office sweaty and exhausted but with a big smile on my face. I was really tired, but had to go through the paperwork and other management details. As a new tenant and resident of Dominica I needed information about my apartment, banks and all that jazz. After being there for over an hour I was just about still listening and eagerly anticipating seeing my new place. I started daydreaming about what I would do when I opened the door. My plan was simple: throw down my luggage, blow up my air mattress and fall asleep, the rest would have to wait until tomorrow. Continue reading "Escape from America: An American Girl’s Adventures in the Caribbean Part 2"