Missing the Caribbean sun

Every summer in Europe or anywhere else, when it really comes, reminds me of one and the only Sun- the crazy caribbean sun.. That slightly sweet smell of heated up pineapples and the one of slow passion spread over the slow heated up streets. Days spent in pleasurable laziness next to the pool, people built in the most graceful way, moving like in slow dance of slow passion burning hot inside... Evenings of mysterious love and very precise movements.. whether in dance or in all the following just as harmonious...
I feel the pulse of hot Caribbean blood in my veins of white woman. That's where I feel close to nature, with its wisdom, no judgement, no unnatural attitudes, no double-faced lies, just love, passion, nature, admiration, appreciation, relaxation, beauty, wild, genuine, soft, real... and the Sun.