Catching up a bit on the last few days. Some thoughts and images here.

Day 1:
When we debark from the plane we file into lines to enter the tiny terminal. As the passengers wind their way through the roped off area, a duo plays tropical sounding music on an electric piano and guitar. They sing a welcome for the tourists.

Olga and Cathy meet us at the airport to take us to our hotel. It takes Cathy’s Land Rover, Olga’s tiny golf cart-like car and our own tiny rental car to carry our six suitcases, two carryon bags, and our backpacks—the contents of our entire life for two years (and maybe more).

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Everything you own in a box(es) to the left.

Natalie and I are both nervous about driving on the other side of the road. If there were ever a reminder that you’re in a foreign country, it’s driving on the left side of the road when all you’ve ever known is the right. To figure out who drives the rental car, Natalie and I play rock paper scissors (like we always do to figure out all of our major life decisions).

Natalie wins the first shift with the car.  We only get lost on our way from the airport once (stupid roundabouts).

When we get to our hotel I feel completely overwhelmed. Our hotel’s porch overlooks a golf course. In a daze we watch chickens peck their way along the golf course’s fence. Iguanas sunbathe on the green. I alternate between feeling, “Oh my gosh, this is AMAZING. How did we end up on this tropical paradise?” and “Oh my gosh, we’ve made a HUGE mistake. How did we end up on this tropical paradise?”

Before the day is over we brave the driving one more time and go to “Cost U Less,” a warehouse store inspired by Costco. We spend way too much money on food and creature comforts that remind us of home (TIM HORTONS hot chocolate mix, Taquitos, microwavable chimichangas).

Day 2:
Olga takes around the island. Dan, our co-worker at KPMG that worked in the Boston office (and part of the influence in our decision in moving), is Olga’s husband. While he’s travelling in Brazil to meet clients, Olga volunteers to take us around. She is ecstatic that we are here. We haven’t been friends with her very long, but it’s so comforting to have someone actually excited and happy to see you.

Olga shows us the many hidden beaches of the island. Looking into the emptiness of the ocean, I remember that we actually did move to a tropical paradise and I feel great about it.  I make a note to myself, You’re going to feel a lot better about life if you spend time on the beach.

Olga tells us that everyone here has their own personal favorite beach. We look forward to exploring and finding a beach to call our own.

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5 thoughts on “WELCOME TO THE REST OF YOUR LIFE

    • Yeah! Christmas is my favorite holiday of the year, but there is so much hype for the one day that when it finally comes, the one day hardly seems enough. Maybe they should do Christmas week.

      Birthdays are always a time for me to think about what I did the rest of the year. Sometimes it’s not a pretty time. Graduation–Just like that all the people you spent so much time with are gone.

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    • The chairs are usually rescued before its completely dark. No chairs were drowned in the writing of this post.

      So the most popular beach on the island is Seven Mile Beach. That’s where all the big hotels are. Visitors drag the chairs from the resort area and sit in the water. I saw the most amazing sunset I have EVER seen in my life here the other night.

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  1. The chairs are usually rescued before its completely dark. No chairs were drowned in the writing of this post.

    So the most popular beach on the island is Seven Mile Beach. That’s where all the big hotels are. Visitors drag the chairs from the resort area and sit in the water. I saw the most amazing sunset I have EVER seen in my life here the other night.

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