Bermuda - Un-Carribbean, nice-smelling paradise off our coast
I hate returns.
Back from Bermuda on Sunday no excepton. Grumpy, mad at the bundled forms on the subway and resentful of the minutia of the everyday after blissful days in a hotel. Missing the warmth, our family of cute cousins and cuter grandparents. Four days of remembering how amazing the family-thing can be. We grew up as cousins together - all within a few years of eachother - and to see us now almost grown-up is cool. Despite deaths and divorces and many mended knees, we evolved into fully formed, compassionate and to-a-cousin very funnyt near-adults. It's an easy group to slip back into.
As I write better with some venom or gripes - I have nothing negative to say about Bermuda either. It's eternally pretty - the descent into the airport and the drive south and inland to the hotel are like a hybrid dream of what a perfect tropical island ought to look like. It even smells nice. All of the community's dirty laundry - crime is up, the populance dependent on tourism is rallying for casino permits, its pricey and the roundabouts are daunting - is so well hidden beneath the bright stepped rooves and behind perfect azalea hedges that they might as well not be there. Unlike, say, a Jamaica or Cancun where tourism is isolated from the actual life of the region, in Bermuda, it's hard to find the alleys and underbelly. At least in four days and with no local contacts.
There's the story - Bermuda's back alleys explored. Maybe there's a nascent music scene and far cooler bars than we uncovered during our own night out in hamilton.
C
Back from Bermuda on Sunday no excepton. Grumpy, mad at the bundled forms on the subway and resentful of the minutia of the everyday after blissful days in a hotel. Missing the warmth, our family of cute cousins and cuter grandparents. Four days of remembering how amazing the family-thing can be. We grew up as cousins together - all within a few years of eachother - and to see us now almost grown-up is cool. Despite deaths and divorces and many mended knees, we evolved into fully formed, compassionate and to-a-cousin very funnyt near-adults. It's an easy group to slip back into.
As I write better with some venom or gripes - I have nothing negative to say about Bermuda either. It's eternally pretty - the descent into the airport and the drive south and inland to the hotel are like a hybrid dream of what a perfect tropical island ought to look like. It even smells nice. All of the community's dirty laundry - crime is up, the populance dependent on tourism is rallying for casino permits, its pricey and the roundabouts are daunting - is so well hidden beneath the bright stepped rooves and behind perfect azalea hedges that they might as well not be there. Unlike, say, a Jamaica or Cancun where tourism is isolated from the actual life of the region, in Bermuda, it's hard to find the alleys and underbelly. At least in four days and with no local contacts.
There's the story - Bermuda's back alleys explored. Maybe there's a nascent music scene and far cooler bars than we uncovered during our own night out in hamilton.
C
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