Thursday, July 31, 2014

Where's Paula?

Jerry thinks I'm nuts.  For many reasons, but for this post, my insanity rests in the fact that I love having a swimming pool nearby even with endless water at the beach.

There's just something nice about swimming without looking out for sharks, having to dislodge sand from every nook and cranny, and not having waves rocking you uncontrollably to and fro.

As we don't have our own pool, we have to go find one....

There is a resort, Sky Beach, down in Governor's Harbour, that has a very nice infinity pool next to a gorgeous pink sand beach.

If you buy a drink or eat at the restaurant (or stay in one of the bungalows), you can play and swim in their pool.

Did I mention they have a swim-up bar?

Who doesn't love a swim-up bar?

With our tummies full of fried grouper and conch fritters, the kids and I spent a few very peaceful hours playing and lounging at the pool.

And the lovely bartender talked endlessly with the kids, keeping them babysat entertained and full of Shirley Temples while did nothing but relax, catch up on my Facebook, and almost fall asleep.

(For some strange reason, even after three Sprites, the kids never left the pool.  Not once.  Not even to go pee.  Must be a magic bladder pool.)

 Thanks, Sammy!!

The views from the pool are just gorgeous.  Sometimes it's hard to believe that this is home, that we really live in a place full of so many colors, and so much beauty.  I still have to pinch myself to remember that our dream is now a reality.

We have found ourselves.

 And from the new color scheme at Sky Beach, we've also found Waldo......

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Personal Pools

What do you do when you've been going going going going going? 

You stay home. 

What do you do when it's hot and bright outside and you don't want to go to the beach?

Make your own personal swimming pools.

What do you do when you get bored in your personal swimming pool?

Wear goggles so you can see all the way down to the depths of your pool.

What do you do when you've done nothing but busy work on your "off" day?

Kick your feet up on a lounge chair, enjoy a fruity drink, and watch the most beautiful dryer in the world dry your clothes. 

Even laundry is better in the Bahamas. 

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Kiddie Pools and a German Tourist

One of our favorite beaches is Surfer's Beach in Gregory Town, just a few miles down the street.  As the name implies, there are great surfing waves and surfers come from all over the world to try out these shore break waves.

As we don't surf, we have to find other ways to enjoy Surfer's Beach. 

Such as the Kiddie Pools.

On the north end of Surfer's, there is a reef that partially blocks and turns the waves 90 degrees, so when they reach shore, the waves are a more manageable size for kids.  Thus:  Kiddie Pools.

On this trip to the Kiddie Pools, and the first big wave beach Georgia had ever seen, it was a very choppy, windy, heavy wave day.  The above photo is just as Jerry is about to grab Georgia, forcibly pulling her into the crashing waves, thereby scaring the dog so badly that she is still scared to death of even the smallest waves.


Josh and Phoebe played some in the Kiddie Pools while Jerry was torturing Georgia, and Paige scrounged around the shell-laden beach for supplies for her jewelry company, Shells for Sharks

There is always a ton of beach treasures:  Shells, sea glass, trash, and kelp. 

On the other side of the reef that forms the Kiddie Pools, is a fun place to watch the giant waves bash and crash onto what we call the "iron shore".  This kind of shore is sharp and as strong as iron.  Clumsy and accident-prone tourists would do well to avoid these hikes. 

We have spent years playing on these sharp rocks.  We've spent years standing in the safe zone while giant waves crash and flow all around us. 

The naked German woman who came out of nowhere to scream at Jerry for putting the children at risk obviously did not know we are careful and understanding of the ocean's power.

With all of the naked boobs flapping in the breeze, she must not have noticed that Jerry and the kids were standing in completely dry spots on the iron shore, as the waves didn't break in that area. 

With all of the breezes blowing across her ample bottom, she must not have realized the tide was outgoing and so the risk of being washed away, even in a German accent, was at a minimum. 

But in true German form, she was stubborn, and adamant that Jerry remove the children to a safer place. 

Perhaps to the invisible nudist colony from which she materialized and should return?

Somehow, despite the tsunamis, tidal waves, hurricanes, water spouts, and a naked German woman, Jerry and the children survived. 

Our eyes, however, may never be the same......