“We eat dolphin in Tobago,” Sonia says. I almost have a heart attack. “What?” I ask, alarmed. She cracks a sunny smile. “Ha! No, not Flipper,” she laughs. “It’s local slang for mahi-mahi.” I breathe, relieved. And it’s the first of many surprises I encounter on the southernmost island in the Caribbean.

Nylon Pool in Tobago

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