When I was a kid, I used to wish I could see into the future. “I think it would be cool to know what’s going to happen before it does,” I’d say to my mom.
She would pause, weighing, I suspect, how much of her motherly experience to share. “Well, sometimes I think it’s better for us not to know, just to enjoy what we’ve got in front of us today.”
I’ve thought of her words many times over the past year. When my husband and I took off at the end of January 2020 for a Bahamian vacation, there were three COVID cases in Canada, all in Toronto. Yes, we had to switch flights there but, as far as we were concerned, the virus was never going to get any closer to our lives than that.
I never had the chance to blog about that vacation because the little island of Great Exuma experienced internet issues for the whole week we spent there. I could get connectivity if I sat right by the hotel registration desk, but who wants to do that when there’s a tropical paradise waiting to be explored?
So, in the spirit of the Chinese poet Li Po, who said writing poetry is like being alive twice, I’m going to experience that trip again by blogging about it over the next few weeks. I hope you’ll join me. Maybe my words and photos will help you to recall a tropical vacation of your own. If so, I hope you’ll share your memories and photos in the comment section. If only in our dreams right now, we all need to be whisked away to an elusive beach, the sun warming our faces, an icy rum punch near at hand.