Visiting the Bahamas is guite a common trip for anyone who wishes to get away from it all. Life for the most part in the run of a "normal" day in Freeport is tourism, Ships dump hungry and curious passengers onto the shore and into the International Market. The Casino buzzes and music permeates the outdoor island bars. People chat about their winnings, as natives corn roll the hair of women whose thoughts are of which tee shirt to take home to Aunt Debbie. But alas I am too wild and restless for the usual tourist thing, so explore the isiand I must. During one of my rebellions against shopping and collecting all the "stuff" I could cram into my suitcase, I came across a native fruit market. In the midst of all the luscious, aromatic fruits and vegetables sat a woman with a most caring and warm smile. Her spirit glowed right through her face as she peeled pineapples for eager customers, This woman had a peace and joy about her that I have seen in few humans. She was so beautiful with her sienna skin and glowing smile that I actually saw my Grandmother in her face and form. I never knew the woman's name and probably will never see her again in this life, but her pulchritude I take with me.