Three days out from moving myself to a tropical island for two months and I've barely had time to stop and breathe and think about the fact that crystal clear water, white sand, and returning to real archaeology will be my reality by this time next week. Should I pack or something? My friends want to know if my cell phone will work (good question!) and if I can get mail (no clue!) and if there will be regular internet access (that would be a good thing to know...since I am starting a blog). Oddly, I don't feel worried. For the first time ever I'm completely surrendering to whatever may come, happily and excitedly.
This is Cinnamon Bay beach, the one from which I will live only a few hundred yards away in a tent....
I'm a little nervous about the fact that life will go on in the rest of the world while I am away, you know? But maybe sometimes we all need a little mental vacation from all that life. I'll let you know how long it takes me to acclimate to what they are calling "island time".. big hugs and kisses. I'll miss you DC, but I promise to be back soon! Thanks for an incredible send off friends!!!
Mom just wrote to ask if I like rum. Do I like rum? Does the pope wear a funny hat?
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Who bought you those drinks?
who are those pretty girls?
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