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I missed Carnival in Trinidad again. 

Carnival in Trinidad; carne vale; celebration of the flesh.  Two days of dancing in the streets in feathers and glitter and beads and not much more.  Beautiful women and men, the rum flowing like water.  Season of the flesh, when time stops and all one knows is the now.  Beneath a burning sun we sing and dance and celebrate life. 

Sometimes I miss home so much it hurts.