Tobyjoe and I are in dyer need of a vacation. And it needs to happen soon. In the past we’ve confused the word “vacation” with “large move”. Instead of saving our money and flying someplace exotic and relaxing, we just pack everything up and move. While our drive across the U.S. of A. was a lovely one, it wasn’t exactly a vacation. We were on a tight schedule and had three screaming cats in the back seat, cats that really don’t like to poop or pee in a moving vehicle. I can’t say that I do, either.
Now, we went to Rhode Island last September and had a wonderful time. We went to Disney last March with the entire family. We also had a lovely time. Several years ago we took a trip down to Turks and Caicos. It was a 4-day yoga retreat where we snorkeled, ate healthy foods, kayaked along some of the most pristine waters in the world, and rode little motorcycles all over the underdeveloped island. Some of you might remember this:
I think I need some more photos like this one.
Lately, I have been having these “moments”. I call them moments because I’m not sure what other term to use. They’re happening more and more frequently, too. I’ll be someplace – anywhere—and suddenly, without even thinking about it, I’m at the end of my life looking back. The weirdest part is I can SEE myself, like I’m watching myself speak as one might watch a character in a movie. I know that I’m talking to someone, but it doesn’t matter whom, really, because they’re not the point. The point always resides on something in which I regret NOT having done or something I regret having done. The last “moment” took place the other night while on the treadmill. I was running and then I wasn’t. Instead, I was sitting somewhere telling someone about myself. I said, “I loved to travel but always hated flying. Looking back, I wish I had just dealt with it. I never got to see India, Thailand, China or Alaska.”
I hate flying. But I think I finally have a doctor here who can help me out with that. I’m willing to take an extreme form of therapy if need be. And by “extreme” I mean a swift punch in the face and a kick to the back of the head right before take-off.
So, yesterday, I started shopping around on the Bahamas Web site. Aside from the fact that the Web site seems to have several bugs in Firefox, I don’t even know WHERE to begin when it comes to all those damn islands. I love the logo, but I can’t pick one based on color, right? How many freaking islands do they need? What would we like? I have no idea. I could guess, but what if we end up on some fraternity-flooded island where people are sipping drinks out of test tubes? No, thank you.
I guess this really long post was created for one reason. I could have just asked and not have rambled, but oh well.
What freaking island do we stay at? Are the Bahamas overrated? Should we look elsewhere? Are there better times to go? I’m open to anything. I’ll even look elsewhere if, in fact, they are overrated. I’d like to stay in the same time zone, however.
Anyway, if you can help me, please do so. If you’re a hater of comments, feel free to email me at michele at this domain dot com. I need to get rid of some of these “moments