
It has been a while since my last blog post and my life has changed dramatically since then. I have been putting writing off because it has been difficult for me to think about anything but my dad and his death. I was hoping one day I would wake up and feel some sort of amnesia which would enable me to write an entry that only described all of the great things we are experiencing. One would think that being surrounded by crystal clear blue waters, coconut palm trees, and tan, smiling faces would placate my feelings but they really haven’t helped tremendously. Of course I am hopeful that as time passes I will get used to the changes in my life and will be able to see the beauty around me more clearly. In the meanwhile, I am doing my best to readjust to life on the boat, without my father in my life. I set a goal with Chad that I would write on the blog before the end of the month and as you can see I am close to my deadline. As we sit at the Green Parrot, a restaurant/bar boasting a free dinghy dock and wifi (which is currently not working), I feel compelled to meet my goal even though I feel no amnesia.
Being in Nassau has been a good distraction since there is a lot more to do here than in other places we have stopped in the past few weeks. As I mentioned before, the Green Parrot has been a daily stop for internet and to meet some other cruising couples. A large portion of these people have surprisingly been French Canadians. And we thought we had traveled from far away! We have had dinner and drinks on a few other boats where the conversations were mostly in French. These experiences have actually been the most foreign since our trip began. It was the first time I felt like I was living in a foreign country even though everyone living in Nassau speaks English as a mother tongue. One very interesting couple has worked for a non-profit aid organization which brought them to East Timor, Cambodia, Angola, Sierra Leone, Bosnia-Herzegovina, and a few other countries during their wars. Their stories were inspiring.
Two days ago we went to the Straw Market and saw many local artists and craftsmen, hustling their products to all the tourists. My past shopping experiences in Morocco and Italy definitely benefited me here. Everyone bargains for better prices and it is generally expected that the locals will try to sell you something for twice the price they are willing to actually sell it for. I bought a few picture frames, a straw clutch, and a painting. After seeing the same painting at another booth with a different name painted on the bottom, we questioned whether or not the woman actually painted our picture although she did promise she did. It was nice to finally decorate the boat a bit and having a framed picture up of my dad gave me a chance to see him every day in some way at least.
Yesterday, we left our dinghy at the Nassau Yacht Haven (free because we used their showers for 3 dollars each) and walked to the City Market for groceries. After we had finished paying we found out that there was another grocery store just a bit farther away that had much cheaper groceries. Oh well. We did get to speak to a local 19 year old girl about her life which was interesting. She bags groceries there for no wages, only tips and wheels grocery carts to marinas for cruisers. It’s a free service and was well worth the tip we gave her to get 6 more bottles of water, ice, and a lot of provisions for the Exumas to the dinghy a mile away. She had a full scholarship to a university in Florida for basketball but had to give it up because she got pregnant and decided to keep the baby. Her father is a fisherman and is out at sea for months at a time so she lives with her baby and mother. She hopes to get back into basketball and school so she can reapply for the scholarship next year. Her story is only one example of the poverty we see every day in the Bahamas. Ironically, food is so expensive and the US dollar is worth the same as the Bahamian dollar.
Today we will go back to the Nassau Yacht Haven to do laundry and then spend the rest of the evening trying to find space on the boat for the cleaned laundry. Most of it gets stuffed in the pilot berth or in our teeny closets and the rest will remain on the settees until we get company which forces us to find more appropriate places for it.