We are getting used to island life. Despite a busy day on conference calls for hours (I love skype calling), I did so with a view of the island hills and the waves. Today we opened all the windows and the back door and something magical happened - MORE breeze flowed through and we suddenly "got it".
We see all the doors and windows open all day long and into the night - such an immense trust exists among islanders in the area of St. Barts where we are staying. We are nestled among a large family which has been on the island for generations - long before it became a "place to be". The nephews, brothers, sisters, and father of our 'host' family are all steps away from the front door.
Everyday there is a new discovery. Today the kids found a starfish with dad, Carter navigated the roadmap to explore new beaches, and we enjoyed our creative dinner served up with a light breeze and a fading sunset surrounding us.
In the evenings I stand in the doorway. I hear the waves roll onto shore, watch the water glisten among an outline of small fishing boats, and notice the beacon of boat lights which flash periodically in the distance. Breathe in. Breathe out. Close eyes. Goodnight islanders. I already miss it and I'm not even gone.
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