In Dublin in 2001, a boy I loved turned to me and asked if I could be anywhere, where would I be right then. AT that exact moment in time, I was in an abandoned building huddled up beside that boy I loved, trying so hard to keep the warmth in. I was hungry and scared and freezing and so was he. To keep ourselves warm, I suggested that I would quite like to be somewhere in the Bahamas. Somewhere on a tiny island where everyone knows each other and it's never cold. Where everyone helps each other. A place where no one walks by you, pretending they don't see you. Where you can drink fruity drinks with umbrellas in, and eat all day long and lie in the sun and sprawl in the water.
Eight years later, that same boy, who I still love more than anything, asked me where I'd like to go for our honeymoon and my answer, strangely enough, was the same.
This is where we're staying: http://www.hopetownlodge.com/oceanfront/oceanfrontcottages.htm
It's warm and wonderful. The island has 300 people on it, and every single one of them has been amazingly friendly. Mal is learning to paddle surf, and we went crabbing. We drive a boat around the island, which only takes about a half an hour to walk around. The water is so clear blue, and I'm fairly sure I've never been so well fed in all my life.
Also, seeing my tough and manly husband drinking a pink, island concoction with an umbrella in is very
amusing. I love it here.