Nestled in her 1960s hillside home perched high above the glittering ocean, Julie Lea awakens every day to your sound of rustling palms, chirping wild birds while the mild bleating of goats that wander a farm that is nearby.

Vibrant flowers rush from the gardens surrounding her house, and when she’s up early sufficient to understand sunrise — which she frequently is today — she watches from her terrace due to the fact West Indian sky goes from black to grey to an eruption of pinks, oranges and yellows.

“There is something magical about life right here,” says the 76-year-old artist and painter, whom along with her writer spouse of 50 years, moved full-time towards the Caribbean area of Bequia in 2005. keep reading