Schoelcher, Martinique

On one of her escapades, Sasha packed up their stuff, sold her house in Europe, picked up her eleven-year old son and jetted off for a well deserved sabbatical to the French Caribbean. Neither of them spoke French, except for school French like ‘Je m’appelle Sasha’ 🙂. This was going to be an adventure of a life time for both of them.

Sasha’s son, Kieran is one of those blessings. He is so flexible, adaptable and never…