Lessons From The Bahamas

   
Alright, I’m sure you’re expecting to read about all the sentimental  life lessons that you can learn from the Bahamas, or anywhere tropical really. Let’s be honest. When you pick up and move to a different country – it’s going to be eye opening in more than one way.

Today I have chosen to give you the inside scoop-We’ll save the sentimental for a rainy day. 

Below, you will find a list of lessons that I have learned by living the normal day to day life here in the Bahamas; 

  1. Do Not Run From Dogs. Just don’t do it. They WILL chase you. A lesson in a lesson – do not jump over a bush or a wall to hide on somebody’s property – there could be another dog there waiting for you. My advice, be like my fiancĂ©. While the dog(s) are running at you full force, stand in one spot and make smooching/calling noises at them. It makes you look big and scary?
  2. Do Not Tease Maray Eels. It’s probably not the best idea to dangle fish guts over the water with the intention of enticing an eel that’s playing hide and seek with you. Especially while your feet are hanging over the edge of a canal. It WILL jump at you.
  3. Do Not Swat The Wasps. They’ll swat back. In numbers. Or maybe get stuck in your hair and cause you to jiggle your body in ways you never thought possible. 
  4. Watch Your Step. Avoid stepping on centipedes at all costs. I’m not talking about little house centipedes that are an inch long and a centimetre or two wide.These things are monsters! Imagine a centipede on steroids with pinchers the size of your big toe. One bite from these guys and you’re hospital bound. {I’m not joking}. 
  5. Carry An Insecticide (or a fly swatter). Whether you are indoors, outdoors, on the beach, in a car, in your bed – wherever – you’ll need it sooner or later. Nobody knows when that giant killer roach will approach!
  6. Last but not least, Beware Of The Non-Locals On The Beach. They have not assimilated into the Bahamian culture. Save yourself the awkwardness of not being acknowledged. 95% {from experience} are actually alien robots and will not comprehend the word ‘hello’. Let’s just stick with the locals 😉 …

So, there you have it. A little insiders perspective on what it’s like learning to live in another country. As the saying goes, “you learn something new every day.” Embrace your lessons no matter how big or how small {or horrifying / exciting} – as long as you’re learning you are living!

Good day!

 

    My FiancĂ© is a Fisherman

    Ok, so, we left everything behind in Canada including one of life’s necessities – our income.

    Call it crazy. We sold everything we owned {which wasn’t much if you look at the big picture} 2 weeks later we were on a plane and found an apartment in Freeport.

    Luckily, my fiancĂ© is reputable enough here that he was able to turn to one of his old jobs. A week into it – he decided it wasn’t enough. He wants to make a decent amount of cash and work for himself. That’s why he’s decided to sell drugs {totally joking}.

    Now he is a fisherman. That’s right! Day in and day out he will be fishing with his odd hoopy line thing that I definitely don’t know the name of; and diving with his spear in hand and wet suit on searching for crawfish, lobster, crab, conch etc. Anyone who knows a fisherman knows that there are really good days and some pretty bad ones. That alone can be overwhelming and frightening when you’re thinking in terms of deadlines for rent, bills, food and so on. But why is that not what I’m afraid of?

    Here’s some insight to my worries:

    • What if a shark accidentally mistakes him for a big meaty fish?
    • What if his leg gets caught and he’s not able to get above water for some air?
    • What if he has to sneeze and accidentally inhales water and drowns himself? {horrid thought, I know}
    • What if he gets stung by a sting ray like the crocodile hunter guy?

    The list goes on and on and on like Lauryn Hill singing her song. The chances of these things happening though – probably slim to none.

    Anyway, I guess the answer to my question is that I trust my fisherman.

    There’s too much beauty around us to be stressing over material things {first island lesson – and a good one}. After all, we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t where we were meant to be at this very moment

    I wouldn’t change a thing.

     

     

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    imageHello!

    My name is Jessica.

    I have created this blog to share my experiences with adventurous souls   who dream of living abroad but have not yet had the chance to fulfill that dream!

    I was born and raised in Canada, and completely unexpectedly, had the opportunity to relocate to Freeport, Bahamas.

    It has to be one of the best opportunities that I have ever taken advantage of, in the sense that the culture I have experienced here has restored my hope for humanity.

    I will be blogging about… well – you name it – I can assure you it will eventually be here!

    So, read on, comment, share and most of all, enjoy!

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    Hope For Humanity

    image.jpegGood morning, Good afternoon, Good evening, How are you doing?

    These are the phrases i’ve heard constantly from the people of the island. Something that I very rarely experienced in my 23 years of residency in Canada.

    This is what made me fall in love with the Bahamas. Sure the beaches are outstanding, the water is clear as crystal, the sun shines bright and warm on your face {most of the time}, the food is mouth watering – but would that all feel just as beautiful if the people weren’t as welcoming as they are? I don’t think so.

    It doesn’t matter where you are/where you’re going, who you’re with, what you’re wearing, how messy your hair is, whether you look like you’ve been hit by a truck because you had one too many drinks the night before – the people accept you. They acknowledge you. Now, some of you may be asking yourselves “what’s the big deal-so what if someone on the street said good morning?” This is HUGE! I have never experienced a more closely knit community than in Freeport.

    Living {even just visiting} here provides the biggest sense of belonging. The vibes here, everyone is so happy. Humans feed off of other humans energy, so how would one expect to strive and unlock the full potential of happiness if it wasn’t in a place like this ? Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like the community of a location really determines the beauty of the rest of it. I’m sticking to it.

    People are SO important, after all, unless you are a hermit and don’t leave your house {ever} you have to interact with people almost every day of your life. Okay. Blah blah blah, my point is – when your opportunity arises, choose to live/visit somewhere like here, on an island, where everyone acknowledges everyone. It’s the only way. Seriously.