I’ve lived in and around the Caribbean for a long time, in fact I have not lived in Canada for ten years and whenever I think about that I can’t help but wonder how ten years have passed by so quickly. Then add into the mix Italy and my head nearly explodes with all these changes.
I suppose that because I frequently go to the Caribbean when I sail with my husband I feel part of me has never truly left. It’s no wonder my family think of me as “flighty” because even I think I am. How could I possibly not be when sometimes it takes me more than a few minutes to figure out if Starbuck’s in Nassau will accept Euros? Duh, no!
Anyways, as promised, I’ve been away from my blog for far too long and now I’ve got some catching up to do. But where do I start? Three weeks and much has happened. But for now I will try and make these posts bite-sized and manageable even if my caffeinated brain works otherwise.
It was a restless night for both of us and the emergency call over the PA system at 3:00 a.m. somehow didn’t surprise me in the least (I just knew it was going to be one of those cruises). I nudged my husband and asked him if he needed to respond but he grunted no and rolled over. The emergency was in the discothèque and my guess is that some overzealous dancer slipped and broke a leg. Only when we heard the second announcement did it become more serious.
Like clockwork, a few minutes later the phone was ringing in our cabin and sleep was no longer an option. As my husband disappeared into the night I lie awake wondering about something entirely different which has kept me half awake all night with worry (For the record I am not the worrying type).
You see my mom lives in this tiny island called Nevis. It’s next to the more popular St. Kitts and right now Hurricane Earl is ready to pummel it. My mom and I don’t see much of each other but she is always on my mind and in my heart. After receiving her email I checked the status of the hurricane last night and it seemed to be 260 miles away from her. This morning however they eye is a mere 73 miles from her tiny island and Earl has been upgraded to a category 2. It’s also predicted to go up to a category 4 within the next 36 hours – for the record, hurricane Katrina was a category 5!
I will be tracking this over the next few hours but unable to post any updates because I have no WordPress access on board the ship (insert expletives here if you will). Fingers crossed all will be fine.
(An aside note: the person in the disco last night didn’t make it after all. As I dashed through the halls below deck there were swarms of Bahamas authorities hanging out near the ship’s morgue.)
Peace out, Leah