As I sit writing this post, I’m currently residing in the Caribbean; chilling and reclining on a chaise longue, watching the sea move, the sun shine and the beach-dwellers wine…
Let me be honest with you: my Caribbean holiday quickly changed from this:
Rainy season in the Caribbean is meant to be over! September til November I was told… we’re midway through December now, what gives??? Last night was like nothing I’ve ever experienced: the sounds of the storm coupled with the wind-rain combo was unreal. With memories of the island previously having been ravaged by a hurricane, I could detect the fear in nearby conversations conducted in hushed tones. But, the weather lady has reassured us that it is only a
slow passing storm. It’s not even that serious.
Because the bad weather meant that I was unable to go out and ‘hit the town’ with my friends last night, whilst cooped up in my hotel room watching movies on HBO, I observed the storm a little. And the calm after the storm.
It made me think about the fact that things don’t always turn out how we expect them to… That life may not always look the way we want it to. But that we have to make the most of it anyway. As Vivian Greene said, “life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass… it’s about learning to dance in the rain.”
Excuse me whilst I go and find my dancing shoes!
The time has finally come. I’ve been waiting for this moment for the past five or so months. It’s finally time to put my travel-card away for a bit; my bikinis need another holiday. In a few hours, I’ll be stepping onto a plane, jetting off towards the Caribbean. Bliss. Yet, contrary to the impression I may have given off last week, I am far from ready.
Still completely unprepared.
Having spent much of my evening applying a honey-blonde tone to my hair,
watching reality television and readying my fingers and toes (you can clearly see where my priorities lie!)… as of right now, my suitcase is still in various states of disarray, and I have no idea where my carry-on case is.
For the above reasons, I’ll keep this post short and sweet. Need to get back to my pre-holiday duties… I’ll update you throughout my ‘vacation!’
Until then, toodles! x
The adventure began. 25mins to departure, running through the airport. I could already foresee what the next two days would entail…
Boutique hotels with Art Deco-inspired interiors and beautiful views. Jumping into cars with strange boys (don’t try this at home!). Alfresco fine dining at pavement cafes with outdoor heating. Stopping to talk to every group of handsome French men in sight. Continental cocktails. Fast forward, a few hours later…
2am. Lost in Paris. Navigating the (identical) cobbled streets. Madness.
Taking the city in from a boat, whilst travelling along the river Seine. Sexy men with even sexier accents. Carriage rides through Parisian parks. Stumbling upon a hidden gem, the perfect lunch spot. Cuban food, Cuban cigars, more cocktails.
Shopping on the Champs-Elysees. Visiting the Louvre (managed to miss the Mona Lisa) and Notre Dame. Quick ensemble change and then the Eiffel Tower, at night. Sparkly dresses, wedged high heels and flashing lights. This. Is. Life.
Until next time, Paris. It’s been real.