This morning, we woke up to the sight of thick, grey fog covering the land. There was a eerie calm, the silence was deafening and the sun was nowhere to be found. It give me the feeling of a horror film called “The Fog”. The hair on the back of my neck began to stand up as I walked toward the car. The headlights this morning were definitely necessary. We could see the shadowy figures of hikers and joggers along the street. ( why would they risk their lives like this) I could barely see more than 5 feet in front of me. The drive to the dock was slow and risky. As the sun tried to burst its way through, the fog continuously choked it. The airport was open but all flights were grounded until further notice. As I watched my husband get on the ferry to Harbour island, the boat seemed to float on the clouds. All was calm, it was beautiful. It glided majestically across the white water, leaving ripples behind. On the journey back home, the sun has managed to break free from its foggy grave. It was shining gloriously. The bees were buzzing, the trees dancing from the gentle breeze. The nightmare was over, the fog had lifted.
As a child I always wanted to experience a “white Christmas” or be able to ski or sled or build a snowman. I remember on my 8th birthday (July) I wished it would snow. See, I’m from The Bahamas…..yea….that pretty much sums it up right? I’ve never played in the snow. I saw it briefly while shopping in NY but that’s it. 😦 I live in a tropical paradise. I was flipping through the channels the other day and realized that there were snow storms bashing parts of the US. I thought wow, here I am complaining about our 68 degree weather we had the other night. I had on socks, a tam, warm pj, 2 blankets, and my hubby to keep me warm that night. I had to seriously rethink my desire to be in the snow. We are so blessed here to have such lovely weather. It’s like spring and summer time here in the Bahamas 365 days a year. We’ll we do get a hurricane now and again but that’s a thought for another time.
This morning I was awaken by the sound of our teapot whistling. I stretched, got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I headed to the kitchen to find my husband having tea and a whole wheat sandwich. I peered through the window, the sun was beginning to creep from behind the clouds. It was time to take my husband to work.
From our balcony, I could smell the flowers. The grass was still wet from the dew and it made my toes slippery as I walked to the car. I could hear the sound of bees. Yes, bees. There was a loud buzzing in the air. I told my husband and we realized that every flowering plant had bees on them. They were pollinating the fruit trees and flowers. My husband looks at me excitedly and we both shouted “Spring”. Spring is soon to come and I could hardly wait. The birds are chirping melodiously and the bees are busy at work. I’m anticipating the mangoes this year. They have already revealed their immature selves. I will be patient. Oh and I saw goats grazing today
It’s 75 degrees in my settlement. The skies are clear and the sun is bright. There is a little breeze today so I had to get out of the house. I’ve decided to take a few pictures of some of the interesting sites i saw along the way. Ok…we’ll I didn’t walk around the entire neighborhood but I did pass through a few streets. Here goes.
So my husband’s birthday was February 3 and his mom decided to take us to dinner. I know what you’re thinking. No…she’s not controlling and no she’s no monster in law. In fact I was delighted to have dinner with both of them. We went to a restaurant called Daddy Joe’s. It’s a lovely place tucked neatly between The Glass Window Bridge and Gregory Town, Eleuthera. Daddy Joe’s has been recently renovated and I must say that it’s beautiful. The decor is chic and the ambiance is quiet and relaxing. The food was delicious and the servers are well trained (have Chris serve you). The prices are very reasonable and you get lots for your money.
I ordered the 12oz steak which was seasoned to perfection. It had a great sear on it just the way I like it.
While they ordered sodas, I ordered some homemade fruit punch and it was divine. The kitchen staff surprised us and sang happy birthday to my husband. He got some scrumptious guava duff with a lit candle on top.
This morning I was in no hurry to get out of bed. My husband insisted that I do. See, i need the car today and my husband knows this. The only way that I am going to get it is by taking him to work. He had to be at the ferry to Harbour Island by 6am. It was really chilly this morning. The air was cool and crisp. When we arrived at the dock, I felt a bit of warmth on my face. Sunlight was streaming into the car. I opened my eyes and saw the most beautiful sunrise. He said, ” honey look”. He kissed me and said, “see ya later, I love you”. Then I said, “ditto babe”. The sun had begin to rise gracefully. I just had to snap a photo of it. I fumbled for my iPhone and stepped out of the car onto the dock (in my pink and black PJs) and took a few shots. My husband looked back at me while he was boarding the ferry and laughed hysterically. The sight of me in my PJs in a public place taking photos with my iPhone was funny to him I guess. I got back in the car and drove home. I was happy that he did wake me up this morning. I thought to myself, how many other beautiful sunrises did I miss?
So I had to go to harbor island yesterday to do business. I’m usually not ever thrilled to catch the ferry to “briland” especially when it’s windy. The water on the way over was exceptionally turquoise with a hint of gem-like green. White capped waves were formed as the ferry jetted through the ocean. Upon arrival, the dock was bustling with activity. A freight boat had arrived and had tons of freight for the tiny island. I myself was quite impressed by the logistics of the whole thing. I gave it one last look and headed up the narrow, clean street. I could smell something awesome brewing in the kitchen at The Landing Hotel, I was so temped to stop in for coffee but I quickly reminded myself that I was on business and time was not on my side. I scurried along and shut my eyes tight for a sec, long enough for me to get passed the delectable menu that belonged to The Rock House that sat sturdily up top the hill passing some ancient steps carved out of the natural rock formation. Boy! That hill is steep! I tried to not make it so obvious that I was out of shape as I pulled that hill headed toward the bank. I took a sharp left, then a right and I was there. I dreaded the long line that was awaiting me inside. Steps again? I climbed up the steps to the bank and opened the door. The air conditioning was cool and refreshing. It was such a delightful feeling especially that the bank was empty. Did I miss something? Was something happening else where? It was awkwardly quiet in there and I got served in a jiffy by a handsome, mango skinned fellow who’s smile was very pleasant. As I made my way back to the dock, I looked at the tranquil and sunny skies and breathe a sign of relief. I made it to the dock in record time. I looked back at the little island as I stepped onto the ferry. I’ll come back real soon for a day of food, pink sand beaches and fun I thought.