St Vincent and the Grenadines, you are my country of the week.
For the longest time I haven’t been able to put my finger on why I feel so drawn to you.
At first I thought it might be the sheer immensity that is the syllable count in your name, but I’m not drawn to the Sahrawi Arab Democratic Republic (they call themselves a country!) like I am to you. I thought maybe I was drawn to the sandy white beaches and crystal clear water. But sand isn’t that exciting, neither is the colour white for that matter, and even right here at home I have things that are see-through.
No, it is none of these things.
It’s that you – more than any other country – sound like the name of a really cool band. St Vincent and the Grenadines. An independently wealthy gad with a penchant for jazz, along with two of his friends, weave a web of audio wonderment with their instruments that are blown into and strummed with great vigour and candour to produce tones that would be dulcet like nothing else on earth.
*It’s amazing, isn’t it?