On Sunday morning I called up my uncle, who is awesome by the way, and his girlfriend, and said let’s go to the beach. Monday is a holiday here, so why not? The whole long weekend, I hardly did anything. Let’s face reality – there’s nothing to do on this island. Zilch. Nada. No mall, no movies, no bowling alleys, NOTHING exciting. So the beach is our thing. Well we went around noon, there’s a beach right down the street from my uncle’s house so I just met them at their house and went. My mom and her boyfriend came after I called them, and then some other friends showed up as the day went on. There had been a party with a band (and probably strippers) down there on Friday night, and they had made up these wooden decks and stages. Yes, this island is tacky like that… people do go to a public beach and have shows or concerts or whatever you want to call it, they set up a full bar, and charge people to get onto the beach and into their party.
Anyway, my uncle decides (after we’ve been drinking most of the day) that we should stay on the beach all night and drink… and that we should burn all these pallets and tables and such that these people had brought to our beach. Hence the bonfire. I left around 9:30pm because I had my daughter and her friend who wanted to go home. They stayed there until almost 2am. What a party!! But I must say, these are those few things I enjoy about island life. Where else can you go to a beach all night and have it yourself? Where else can you go and have not one, but TWO huge bonfires and no one call the fire department? Here, that’s where.
pics of the beach by day and by night
This is where I live.
No, I don’t live in the water or on the beach. In fact, when I want to go to the beach, I usually have to drive at least a few minutes by car or boat. This is a place where we went in summer 2010. We were making conch salad, and along came this huge stingray so I tried to get a picture of it. When I looked back at the picture a day later, I realized what an awesome picture it really was.
When I tell strangers that I’m from the Bahamas, they get all excited and say “Oh it must be nice to live there! You’re so lucky!” Do I feel lucky? Sometimes. I feel lucky because I’m blessed with family and a few close friends. I have beautiful water to swim in, and as terrified as I am of seaweed, and jellyfish, oh and sharks, that’s definitely a good plus.
To understand why this place is so great and yet not, you’d probably have to live here for a while. Or just continue to read my blog. In the near future, I will be talking about many things in reference to this island. Well to start with, I can give you just a little info on it now. Abaco (Bahamas) is actually made up of many smaller islands. It’s known as the Abaco Islands, but most people just say Abaco, it’s easier. We call all the smaller surrounding islands “cays’ (pronounced keys). Population is probably 30,000 give or take. But everyone knows everyone pretty much. Everyone knows everyone’s BUSINESS. That’s one of the things I hate most of all. Small town = small minds.
This place thrives off of tourism, it cannot survive without it. Yet we have some extremely rude people in businesses. People here tend to run on their own time, they think everyone has to wait on them. “Island time, where everything is much slower.” Fly here on a commercial airline, you’ll see what I mean. I’m still amazed that the airport and the service within it doesn’t turn people off forever. Nothing is made here. We get everything from the United States, or other resources. So everything tends to be enormously overpriced, and produce is usually not as fresh as it should be. Example: milk is $6.99 a gallon. That’s actually fairly cheap compared to what it was last year.
I won’t drone on and on about too many things, else you might think I’m a complainer. HA. Understatement. Stay tuned for more posts, as I will focus on a new topic everytime, to give you better perspective on how it really is to live on an island!