|Home, sweet home.|
I refuse to let this post become a sappy reminiscence - well, okay, I’m likely temperamentally incapable of it - but I think I can manage a brief recap without going all gooey, don’t you?
Some Lessons I’ve Learned From A Year Aboard
- Once you reach the tropics, you cannot buy any food product packaged in cardboard. No, really. Don’t do it.
- Modesty and hot weather are almost wholly incompatible.
- If you give them the chance, people are delightfully nice anywhere you go, up to and including riot police waving and blowing kisses to our grinning girls in Cartagena.
- Markers are just as bad an idea with the under-6 set on a boat as they are in a house.
- Guatemala. We almost didn’t go, and I’m so glad we did.
- Not getting a photo of the world's best perfume box. This gem was sitting in a corner store display case in Guanaja: an oversized box with a dreamy, 70s-style airbrushed photo of a woman in purples and blues, and the words JUICE OF LOVE flowing across the front. I curse leaving my camera behind that day. Google Images was no help, so it looks like this bit of excellence will remain hidden from the world a while longer.
- We have travelled more than 6,000 km so far, visiting the USA, Bahamas, Mexico, Belize, Guatemala, Honduras and Colombia.
- The Best Visitor Award goes to my mother, bunny9, who as of Monday will have visited Papillon a record four times.
- Indy has named her feet. Formerly Bagel and English Muffin, they are both now named Rubber Biscuit. I swear she came up with this on her own. She has reluctantly allowed us to distinguish them, but I remain glad for the language barrier here when I say, “Indy, give me your starboard rubber biscuit.” I am considering producing a translation guide for future teachers.
|I am a red race-car-loving, loud-opinion-having, literal-minded original.|
- Erik sunburns faster and more regularly than anyone else on board. [insert joke about Erik’s hot temper here.]
|I can fix anything and my head makes an excellent pillow.|
- Stylish likes to deliver notes via Zhu Zhu pet. She ties paper and pencil to the back of these hamster-like electronic pets using an endless supply of purple wool (provenance unknown). I’ll hear whirring gears and frantic animal sounds , then feel the thing bounce off my foot. Replies are expected to be returned in the same manner.
|I am a book-reading, princess-drawing, mermaid-aspiring delight.|
- Despite your kind words, I am singularly unfunny. Your correspondent is the straight man in this operation, a dour, suspicious personage better suited to a drizzly moor than a palm-laden isle.
|I am a crabby person who likes to write. And yes, that is a cut on my hand.|
I’d go on, but I am making pizza dough and the timer is about to go off. Later, maybe we’ll kick back, have a beer, and peer at the USS Spruance anchored off to port. Nothing says happy anniversary like a guided missile destroyer parked next door.
All the best to you all on this fine occasion! I hope you'll join us to see what Year Two will bring.