The trip was very...freeing for me. Anonymity slowly filled me with courage so I wore shorts and swimsuits and skirts, you know, in public. I had to get over my shyness. I would have died of heatstroke if I hadn't. It was no time to be meek or worried about what other people thought of me. I wasn't going to let my embarrassment stop me from enjoying myself.
So I after the first day, I shrugged off my concerns and my long pants. And I swam at the most gorgeous beaches I've ever seen (I'm not a fan of sand) and went snorkeling (I'm afraid of swimming anywhere that there's fish lurking under the surface) and loved every moment of it. The difference was that I could see all the way to the bottom even where I couldn't touch.
I always told myself that I wouldn't enjoy a trip to the Caribbean because I'm not much of a beach person. Well all that changed. These aren't normal beaches. I still love craggy, cliffy, unswimmable coastlines, but I've fallen in love with the tropical ones now, too.
Since I've been back, I've had a relaxing day and or so to enjoy my own bed again, but now I'm off to grab some lunch and head to work.
This is going to be a fun summer. I can tell already.
And a productive one, too. Funny how feeling pretty and strong and free makes me feel capable and productive and energetic.
I think it's the red paint on my toenails. I can feel the fire seeping into my soul.