I know you’re thinking, why does Suz get to have all the fun? Because I demand it, damnit.
After three years of postponement we finally got back to one of our favorite places with one of our favorite groups ; it was originally canceled not because of Covid, but because they were still regrouping after Hurricane Dorian devastated the Abaco chain of islands. The islands are not the same thanks to Dorian, but boy are they working hard to rebuild. Their perseverance and Bahamian spirit are admirable.
To get to our beloved Elbow Cay, it was just a plane
hop, a taxi skip, and a boat ferry jump to Paradise. The Coach and I left our house at 7:15 am and were at the rental house on the island around 10:30 am.
Oh, lets back up that covid bus.
To even get here you had to jump through many covid testing/protocol hoops. Proof of negative tests prior to travel, testing after arrival and testing before departure back home. We might have had a vacation, but our sinus passages did not. I’d say the Bahamian government is one of the most crooked, but they are at least trying to keep their islands healthy. If you are caught unmasked where you are supposed to be masked, it’s a $1,000 fine and possible BAHAMIAN JAIL. I’m not a fan of jail in general, but I def didn’t want to see the inside of a Bahamian jail.
EATING THE WEIGHT OF AN ISLAND
Ya’ll, I ate and drank my way around the island; I was in shrimp heaven, the Coach was in conch heaven. See the smallish crab claw? How’d you like to meet up with that guy in the wild?
Do you think they serve grilled shrimp in the Bahamian jail?
We rented an amazing house for the week with lots of space for ourselves inside and out. There were many rain storms, but we didn’t really care. One sunny afternoon the Coach, Kelly and I sat by the pool for a few hours contemplating selling everything we own and starting over as Bahamians.
I ate. I Drank. I had zero exercise unless you consider a little walking and opening a bottle of wine a workout for a week.
I also had naps or at least a rest, daily around 3pm. I was like a happily fed and well rested toddler.
We had great music nightly with our beloved songwriter friends after the sunsets on our deck.
After getting home and unpacking I gave my scale a sideways look, then pushed it with my big toe under the bed for now. Time for detox.
There is one aspect of this trip that makes me happier than even the food and wine, and I’ll share that in my next post.
Did you miss me? Did you keep your promise of not having fun while I was away?