Angelica Sydney is a Canadian writer, sports enthusiast and travel junkie.I was covered from head to toe in paint, mud, powder and chocolate, and so was the camera. The problem? It belonged to my school. Just hours before, the sounds of barking dogs and crowing roosters filled the night air. It was a.m., and we were preparing for pre-Carnival celebrations known as J'Ouvert (French Creole for "dawn" or "daybreak"). My mother, in her Trinidadian accent, asked whether I had everything I needed. "Angel .