In the later, warmer hours of the
morning after New Years Eve we sailed to a new location. I wanted the smell of
the Caribbean wind that filled the sails each excursion to stay in my nose
forever. It smelled like salt, like sand, like summer.
anchored in. We had heard from another family that turtles swam so frequently
through these particular cays that it was like being next to a sea turtle
freeway. “Yeah right,” I told her after a few drinks.
our boat on a his own journey, but he was the only one we saw from our anchorage. Rainsqualls followed him, but the drops that fell
were the same temperature as the ocean which seemed about as warm as a bath.The raindrops grasped at the adrenaline within us, I think because we swam more during the
rainy times than the sunny ones.
its depths. Thoughts about my old job, and worries about what my new one was going to shape into dissolved under there. One of the reasons I’ve always been so attracted to the ocean is
its ability to take what you bring to it and swallow it. It is not judgmental, it
is not disparaging. It is what it is-a vast abyss that accepts anything and
dinner on the beach. A local boat boy referred to as “Mr. Everywhere” and a few
of his friends cooked fresh lobster and homemade potatoes and rice for us. We
ate at a picnic table on the beach with no silverware. I felt happy to let out the wild animal that always seems to be within of me. 20-knot
winds blew our patterned tablecloth and everything resting on top of it, but we pushed it back down and kept on eating.
comfort zones. Sometimes I freak out about traveling. Leaving my pillow, my bed, my house. But I know I just have to rip the bandaid off and go, you know? Get away from all those comforts and really uncover more about the world, about my family and about myself. I felt these moments caused us to look at each other
differently. I had never watched my mom eat lobster with her bare hands. In
fact, I had never seen her eat any kind of shell fish. I was pretty sure she hated it, but you couldn’t tell at this meal. These experiences tied us all together
in new ways and I knew that someday I
would do anything I could to continue to pass this tradition of traveling on to