We are on "Caribbean island time" and there can be no rushing and there will be no stress. This is how I am greeted when arriving in the Bahamas for an event at the Atlantis and a stay at the One and Only Ocean Club...and I find it to be very true.
Had I come for sunshine and beach time, I would have been very disappointed as it has rained almost continually since my arrival. September is rainy season and the time for hurricanes though thankfully we have only had showers. However the weather doesn't dampen the spirits of the group I am traveling with or the energy of the destination. I've realized during this trip that I had misperceptions about Atlantis even though I had never visited here. I envisioned it as an overly large playground for adults and while it is large, and it is a playground for people of all ages, it is these things in the best way. The resort is massive but easily navigated and most everything is a short walk or shuttle ride away. The hotels are fabulous and the food is amazing. Between us, I travel with the best intentions of eating only fruit for breakfast and a light salad for lunch but instead find my plate somehow filled with eggs and bacon in the morning and coconut shrimp in the afternoon. Oh well...so much for good intentions.
I have been attending a trade show this week sponsored by a number of hotels in the Caribbean. Think of it as speed dating for hotels and buyers. We had two days of back to back 20 minute appointments with each hotel to learn about their properties in hopes that we will have some group business to bring to their destination. I visited with hotels from the Dominican Republic, Colombia, US Virgin Islands, British Virgin Islands, Aruba, Antigua, Mexico....the list goes on.
I was joined by about 40 other buyers and four days ago, we were complete strangers to each other. But I know them now. I know about their businesses and more importantly, I know about their lives, their families, their stories and their hopes. Over nightly dinners (with open bars), we have talked and laughed and become friends.
Now the show is over and I've transferred to the Ocean Club for a private one night site visit. This is a 5-star luxury resort visited by the rich and famous (of which I am neither). It is the best of elegant luxury and my butler awaits my any command. Yes...my butler...I just wish I could think of something for him to do. I now need to finish my hotel tour and then catch up on some work, but then plan to enjoy a glass of wine in a hammock overlooking the water. I am by myself but as my driver, Bernard, told me as we approached, "welcome to the One and Only where no one is ever lonely". (The islanders tends to talk in Iambic Pentameter, I'm not sure why).
So what were the moments that mattered in the Bahamas?
* Making new friends with people from all over the world.
* A particularly creepy bonding moment with a fish at Atlantis who I refer to as "Mr Limpet". Does anyone remember that movie with Don Knots from the 1960's about a man who fell in the ocean and turned into a talking fish? I swear to you this fish looked exactly like him and as I stood in front of his tank, he swam up to me and stared eye to eye. I couldn't break the gaze and I felt guilty walking away. What was he trying to tell me? I might never know. (Of course, a few glasses of wine might have been the real reason behind the power of this encounter but...believe what you will.)
* Watching the most incredible sunrise over Atlantis. The sky exploded with neon red and orange - it was spectacular.
* Hookah smoking...long story.
* And then back to my driver this morning. We were chatting about the weather as he drove. He shared his philosophy that a little rain just doesn't matter and you have to have a great time wherever you are... enjoy the moment. I realized then that we were kindred spirits. Then he told me about the singing he does for his church and I asked him the name of his favorite hymn. For the rest of the drive, he sang "How Great Thou Art" in the most beautiful baritone voice I've ever heard. It was a blessed moment for which I'm grateful.
Yes...How Great Thou Art...
"Beautiful! Gorgeous! Wish you were here!" These are the words unexpectedly exclaimed by Meg Ryan in the movie "French Kiss" as she walks down a street in the French Riviera. She is there to find her ex-fiance who has fallen in love with a French woman and to make him once again fall in love with her. She travels to this foreign country where she can't speak the language or eat the cheese (because she is lactose intolerant), and she does so with this singular goal in mind. However, along the way, she meets a Frenchman played by Kevin Kline and of course, she eventually realizes that her ex-fiance was a loser and she is in fact, now desperately in love with this new man. (Oops...spoiler alert.) Anyway, there is a scene in the movie as they are walking, having a conversation about what to do next and Meg is very focused on the task at hand - she must find her ex and reclaim his love - when suddenly, out of nowhere, she stops, holds out her arms, looks around and is fully in the moment as she sees all the beauty around her. It is then that she throws this blessing and wish out to the Universe..."Beautiful! Gorgeous! Wish you were here!"
I've had this same thought many times while traveling around the world and as I begin traveling once again, I've decided that rather than just randomly throwing the thought out to the universe, I'll share some of these beautiful moments with you. My job is to find out about wonderful destinations in the world at which companies can host meetings and events for their employees, sales force, or clients. I travel to these places in order to visit the finest hotels, dine at the best restaurants, and see what each place and each culture offers for groups to visit. (I know what you're thinking..."where do I apply?" - trust me, it isn't always quite so glamorous). While I am doing these "site inspections", I am very focused - I'm looking at square footage of meeting space, ceiling heights, distances to airport or cultural attractions, conditions of properties, levels of service, etc. In the past, I've allowed myself to focus only on some of these elements while not necessarily giving due justice to the "beautiful and gorgeous" of each place.
So travel along with me in the coming months. We will journey first to the Bahamas, and then to Moab, Utah (which is actually a personal trip), on to Scotland and then to Ireland...and who knows what else we might throw in there in-between. Along the way, I'll share with you what I'm seeing. Maybe some of these places are places that you plan to go or dream to go, or maybe they are just places that you will see through my eyes. In any case, I'll take you along and I'll be sure to stop often during the journey...taking a moment to exclaim "Beautiful! Gorgeous! Wish you were here!"
There is a bank of deserted telephone booths in a small town in northern Minnesota and every time I drive by, it makes me feel just a little bit nostalgic. At one time, phone booths were everywhere and then almost overnight, cell phones made them irrelevant. Practically everyone now carries their own phone in their purse or pocket and I realize that my grandchildren will never know the simple pains and pleasures of a life with one shared house phone that hung on the wall or sat on the counter. I'm sure many of you remember what it was like. Everyone in the house had to wait their turn to make a call, or were constantly being scolded to "get off that phone", and would race whenever it rang to have the honor of answering it..."I'll get it! I'll get it!" To my grandkids, these stories will sound as unbelievable as the stories we heard from our own parents and grandparents about walking to school over a mile, up hill both ways, in snow up to their waists, with nothing but a hot potato in their pocket to keep them warm...and then they would have to eat that potato for lunch. (Or at least, that's the story my dad always told me.) To be honest, I think I and my peers will likely be the last generation to even have a phone in their house - my younger nieces and nephews do not, neither do my daughters. Yet, for those of us who grew up with a landline, we are resistant to let it go - whether it is due to a sense of security (what if all the cell networks stop working?), or simply holding onto something from the past.
Anyway, I was thinking about this as I drove by these deserted phone booths last weekend and remembered a time when I needed to make a call, and because there were no cell phones in 1982, I had to use a phone booth. My friend, Janice, and I had taken the day off from school to tour a business college in Minneapolis. She drove and, as will likely happen to a couple teenagers girls from the suburbs, we quickly got lost in the city and had no idea where to go. We finally saw a phone booth and Janice pulled over so I could call my dad for directions. I dropped in my dime (kids, that's what dimes were originally created for...to make calls from phone booths....and to find under your pillow from the tooth fairy...I have no idea what dimes are used for now) and called my dad's office. I told him we were lost and asked him where we should go. He asked me to look around for a street sign and tell him where I was which I did. And this is what he told me..."Theresa, it doesn't matter where you go, just get out of there." (Apparently, we weren't in the nicest part of the city.) And that's what we did.
Anyway, there's really no point to my entry today. Just sharing a memory and a moment of nostalgia with those of us who used to share the same phone. And also a very belated apology to my sister who I completely humiliated in 1978 by answering the phone when her boyfriend called and telling him she couldn't come to the phone because she was in the bathroom. That was another problem with sharing a phone...overly honest siblings.
As most of us do throughout our lifetimes, my daughter Mollie transitioned through a number of phases as she was growing up. Each phase of her story was lived with great passion and commitment but when it was time to move on, that is what she did - moved on to the next step in the journey. I'm trying today to remind myself of this and to learn from the lessons of her phases.
I think it all began when she was about three years old and decided that she would wear nothing but dresses. However, because she was a typical 3-year old, her days were rough and tumble. Looking back, I think I might have been able to pay for her first year of college with what we spent in new pairs of tights alone. Each day, she would run off in her dress and a fresh pair of white tights. And each day, she would come home wearing tights that were barely held together by the runs in each knee.
The dress phase gave way to the leggings phase. One day, for no specific reason that I can recall, she decided that she would no longer wear dresses...at all. And instead, we invested in a wardrobe that consisted only of black leggings and coordinating tops (much as my own wardrobe does now actually.)
Then came the denim head scarf years which were likely brought about by the "my hair is on vacation today" phase. For nearly 2 years, she wore a little denim head scarf every single day. Knowing that she took this fashion accessory very seriously, I tried to buy her other scarves to wear and in a pinch, she would occasionally force herself. But it seemed to work best to just keep washing her favorite scarf until it was faded, and shredded, and took up permanent residence in my cedar chest.
It seems at that point, her phases became more intellectual. For many years, she dreamed of being an Egyptologist someday. She even mummified my childhood Ken doll and created a sarcophogus for him from an old shoe box as a school project (he lies, still mummified, next to her denim scarf in my cedar chest.).
All these phases carried her though grade school, her high school years, and to her most recent phases of college, then graduating, and now, just yesterday, she began a new phase - living on her own away from home. She is happy and so excited and though I will miss her and occasionally worry, I am reassured by the fact that she always faces each new life phase with passion and commitment and each new phase has been better than the one before.
This is where the lesson lies for me as well. Because, as she transitions on to this next phase, I am facing my own transition as well. I've called John and I "empty nesters" before - each Fall when she would return to school. But the truth is, I always knew she would be coming home each summer. It was only a temporary phase. That's not the case this time, it is likely that John and I are truly full time, permanent, for the rest of our lives, empty nesters now. And, I'm allowing myself to "mourn" the past phase just a bit today...and today only. Because the reality is that I know this next phase will be exciting and full of amazing experiences and many happy days.
My brother, Steven, is also moving on to a new phase of his life this weekend. On Friday, he served his final day as a police officer with the Crystal Police Department. After 32 years of service, this "job" has been a part of his identity, his co-workers have become his family, and I expect for him, moving on to the next phase might be leaving him with the same sense of regret and yet, excitement for what comes next that I'm experiencing too.
I've long held the belief that some of the greatest lessons in life can be taught to us by watching our children and being open to the lessons that their lives have for us. So, it's with this in mind that I look back up on dress and legging years, denim head scarves, and all the other phases that Mollie went through as she found her way in life. And I know that most phases of our life, while loved and enjoyed, are only temporary and are meant to bring us to the next step. So we box up memories of the old, and put them in cedar chests to be taken out and held every now and then. But more importantly, we face the new phase with equal passion and a sense for adventure and anticipation of what lies ahead.
Wherever you find yourself today, whatever phase of life you are in, I hope that you are living the day and enjoying the moments as they come.
