I grew up holidaying on Eleuthera. Every year we would cross the glass windows bridge on our way to visit historic Harbour Island.
I only got in the car because of the promise of ice cream at the other end.
And every year we would stop on the bridge “Look” my mother would say “The Atlantic to one side, the Caribbean to the other”. I could only think of ice cream.
Now with my own children crossing this bridge, we slow down “Yeah, yeah” they say “We know, the Atlantic to one side, the Caribbean to the other”. They don’t get ice cream.