That reminds me–

There’s a long-running joke in my family at my expense ~ whenever I travel, I can’t help comparing new places to former experiences . . . with enthusiasm and wonder and awe. So as soon as we step off the plane, someone will sarcastically remark: “What does this remind you of?”
It just so happens I’m on the beautiful island of Sint Maarten in the Caribbean right now and, I have to confess, I’ve been constantly reminded of so many other gorgeous places I’ve enjoyed before….
The tropical winds remind me of the warm Hikkaduwa breeze in Sri Lanka and…

…the architecture reminds me of the French Quarter in New Orleans and…

 

…the shell-crackled white sands remind me of the shores of Wellfleet on Cape Cod and…

…the colorful homes remind me of the welcoming neighborhoods of Campos in Brazil and…

…the sea-glass waters remind me of the secret coves circling Maui in the Pacific and…

…the working harbors remind me of the vibrant Algarve in Portugal and…

… and I could pretty much do this all day – interpret the world through my metaphor-filtered glasses. Just one of many occupational hazards of a roving writer.