I was 20 years old, living in London as a nanny, drinking more pints of beer than my body weight at the time and enjoying the freedom of being a foreigner, away from anything familiar with all the potential ahead of me. The Notting hill carnival is one of the biggest street parties in Europe (at least it was back then.) A carribbean flavored block party with a million strong crowd. It was all spandex, flair and big flavors. The streets of Notting Hill are closed off to the traffic and for the entire weekend all you hear is reggae, ska and calypso influenced music. I don’t know what the… Continue Reading