28.08.2013 - 02.09.2013 26 °C
Well Lewy and I are definitely living the dream right now! We live on a small private Caribbean island, inhabited by only 30 people and wake up every morning to the sound of the lazy waves lapping up on the sandy shore and the birds singing persistent songs at the crack of dawn. This is a recent change from the street dogs, cockerels and goats in Carrillo Puerto and a drastic fantastic change from the icy alarm clock that used to wake us up back in Reading.
When offered the opportunity to live here, in Punta Pajaros, for six weeks I was ecstatic. I jumped around the room uncontrollably for at least an hour bemusing my Mexican coworker who had no idea where this place was. Perhaps you have not noticed but Lewy and I are somewhat ‘beach fans’ and have spent the last 2 years following the curves of the Caribbean and Pacific Coasts through nine countries. So the chance to have our own private beach as far as the eye can see was just mind blowing.
As time crept closer, I began to doubt this excellent opportunity. Local friends warned me of rumors of drug trafficking, working with drunken fishermen, there being no women on the island and of the heat and infinite mosquitoes- with whom I don’t have the most loving relationship. These are not the normal worries of someone starting a new job but I say nerves are healthy. Following our initial positive gut feeling, Lewy and I have been here for 15 days. There is not a drop of alcohol on the island, no sign of drug trafficking, one other chick and well waking up in paradise is worth dealing with the infinite bloody mosquitoes.
The last 2 weeks have been extremely self-indulging, lazy and a time for us to turn our brains off. For the first time in 2 years we have a full length mirror- I can’t tell you how many times we both look in it each day! We are doing an hours exercise every morning at 7.30am and so without any alcohol or snacks around we are enjoying watching ourselves get browner and slimmer.
We live amongst 13 of the staff, a chef, a maid and 11 gardeners (all in my class). They are treating us like visitors, yet we have been trying to show them we want to live by the same standards as them. They are not allowed to use the washing machines for example yet we are- but Lewy and I are washing everything by hand. The island manager bought us lobster yesterday for the young chef to cook and it was quite awkward eating our 5 star meals while the others ate their rice, pork and beans.
Quite honesty I have never felt so relaxed in my life, we shall see if that turns into boredom over the next four weeks- especially for Lewy! How could he get bored trying to listen to me remember the guitar chords to Bob Marley hehe. All our love xxx