Atlantic crossing 18.5 - Putting the shoes back on

Grenada - 18/03/18

Of all the amazing, hard, sunny, wet, sweaty, windy days that I enjoyed in the past two Caribbean months, today is the saddest.
Not because I'm leaving: everything has to end, and not all ends are for good. But because today, after three months of bare feet and flip-flops, I wore shoes again...
I'm in Grenada's airport now, with a view over the Caribbean sea. My feet are boiling and my head hurts from brain freeze, thanks to a coffee frappè.

"I blew out my flip flop

Stepped on a pop top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on"