The madness began at 5:30 a.m. on a Wednesday. Before I even left for the airport for my fishing trip, Erica and I staffed a client’s breakfast event that we’d spent months planning. The event was lovely, but before I had time to revel in the success, I was grabbing my suitcase from under the check-in table and running out the door to catch my car to the airport.
If I didn’t work for The Bahamas, I don’t know what I would do about my insatiable craving for conch. And really, anything made by Bahamians – it’s SO GOOOOD.
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