I, one of six passengers on a 30-plus passenger turboprop plane, looked out the window at the multihued blue water which characterizes the islands of the Bahamas. The more distance between me and the mainland of the United States, and the closer we came to Treasure Cay, the more relaxed I felt. It was a remarkable experience. It was as if the stress was just melting away under the heat of the warm Bahamian sun. The warm breeze softly blew all the anxiety and negativity away. The difference was vast between the stressed-out state-side me and the me overcome with a rush of relaxation when I arrived in the Bahamas. The shift really was palpable.
The time since we last were aboard Beatitude has been among the most stressful months I can remember. The 21 shifts in the emergency department were horrendous. The volume and the acuity of the patients was overwhelming. Add a family death to the mix in between those shifts and you have a formula for high anxiety. Then, to top it all off, the day before Cindy and I were to fly back to the Bahamas, she from Ohio and I from Florida, we realized that I had both passports! She could not check in for her flight in Ohio without her passport. While working a 16 hour shift in the emergency department, seeing over 100 patients in our Fast Track, I was on the phone multiple times (at times on hold for over 30 minutes) with the airline and with several same day shipping companies. I ended up paying a substantial amount of cash to fly Cindy’s passport to her so that she would get it that same day. I spent all day tracking that thing and was so relieved that it made it into Cleveland at 10:50 p.m. Then, the company called and said, “Sorry. The airline will not allow us to pick it up from them this late at night. The soonest we could get it would be 7:30 the next morning. Cindy’s flight left at 6:50. So, I wasted all the money to ship the passport same-day and I had to buy Cindy a new airline ticket (losing the first because she couldn’t fly without a passport). AND, Cindy would not be flying back to the Bahamas with me. I slept less than three hours last night, a big stress-ball wrapped in hotel sheets.
That’s why the rush of island relaxation upon entering the Bahamas was so welcome. I met a couple of cruisers on the flight who were also going to Green Turtle Cay, so we shared a taxi to the ferry and enjoyed a couple of welcome drinks at the outdoor bar at the water taxi dock. The weather today was better that anything we had in the Bahamas on our last trip here. It was rather cold that entire time. Not so today! Warm with a light breeze, sunny, with calm and clear water. The water taxi smoothly glided over the flat Sea of Abaco and into Green Turtle Cay.
Beatitude cooperated with the general spirit of the day. I didn’t know what to expect after being away for 3 1/2 weeks. What I found was… nothing wrong! No bad smells. Nothing missing. Nothing broken. No obvious leaks. No food spoiling. Not even head smells! All was good!
So, I unpacked my bags and re-arranged and replaced some items we had brought inside while gone. I put on some Jazz over our bow speakers and sat out front looking out over White Sound for a while. Then, I donned my bathing suit and walked over to the picture-perfect, gorgeous private beach at Bluff House Resort and Marina. I wandered out mid-thigh-deep into the cool, clear water, encountering some wildlife on the way before relaxing on the beach in a hammock. I then met up with the cruising couple I met earlier in the day, John and Mari, for dinner.
Right now, I am really loving this life. It will be even better when Cindy rejoins me. She is scheduled to come in on Wednesday. Fingers are crossed!