Shaan returned from a late-night walk and said the full moon looked awesome in the sky and that I should photograph it. So I did.
Growing up in the Eastern Caribbean, the full moon always felt special. Those nights felt festive and magical. My fondest memories are of the moonlit "cookup," which my grandparents used to host at their home on the hill in La Pompe. We would come together outdoors under the moonlight, sharing delicious food, family stories, and laughter. As we walked home later, it felt like the moon had turned the night into a version of daytime.
Near the beach at Port Elizabeth, the moonlight would dance on the calm Caribbean waters, casting a spell that transformed moonlit strolls into something magical. The reflections of the tranquil sea created an enchanting ambience. Those were the moments when Bequia's natural beauty and the charm of the full moon combined to create lasting memories.
Title reminds me of Dean Martin singing That’s Amore.
That’s exactly where I borrowed the phrase. My dad loved listening to Dean Martin when I was a kid.