I think coming back from vacation is the closest we’ll ever come to knowing what our own birth was like. There we were, all happy and warm and content and then, it’s all gone. And we’re shoved into (or back into) a world with cold air, loud people and responsibility.
Not that there was doubt beforehand, but the gods were on my side on this one. I had busy times, quiet times, times with friends and alone time. That was probably what I needed most, though I frequently have a hard time admitting it.
Everything I might have been worried about in the beginning was nothing more than a distant thought once I stepped off the plane. It’s so easy, when you leave so much of your little world behind, to just be here. To just be in a place where there are no measures, no expectations and very few people to care who you are or what you’re doing. Of course, there are those there to see and be seen. There are always those. But they don’t take anything from you, from your experience.
The sailing was great, even with uncooperative wind.
“I don’t know,” said our Captain, “I think the mountains are calling me again.”
“I understand,” I told him. “Just remember, Doug, it gets cold up there.”
A day on White Bay. Or was it two?
“How long were you there?”
“Just for the day.”
“Really?”
“I think so… I’m pretty sure. You get sucked into some kind of Live Slow vortex over there.”
Some time spent snorkeling… never a disappointment on St. John.
“Did you see the shark?”
“WHAT?! What shark?”
“Oh… ummm, nothing. Turtle. I meant turtle.”
In come the waves, out go your cares.
“It is a known fact that all troubles and cares dissolve in sea water.”
“All of them?”
“Yes, but as a Plan B, we have rum.”
Palms growing any way they choose.
“This is supposedly the nude beach.”
“Like all year round?”
What else would you rather see when you walked over a hill?
“Doing a head stand in salt water hurts.”
” Honey, I think doing a head stand always hurts.”
One of the billion photos I took of boats.
“One day, I promise, I will have my own boat down here.”
“Cool, can I be your first mate?”
“Sure. But the first mate does all the work, you know?”
“Never mind. Who drinks all the rum? I want to be that guy.”
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