As I sat at my kitchen table yesterday morning, I thought of my new friend, Leonora who would soon be leaving Bermuda for home- after forty(40) visits to the island. We met at Salt Kettle, back in May. Bless her heart, she still rides a moped after all these years. How I marvel at this! She marvels at my capacity to stop and smell the flowers (That's what happens when you are afraid of road rash...) Leonora has also commented on my blog "selfies", taken to prove that I am actually the one who is living this story. Leonora went so far as to replicate one of my selfies on Facebook this weekend- in front of a Bermuda moongate, complete with hat, shades and lipstick! It warmed my heart. I have to laugh because I never took selfies, out of necessity before. But, this year has been one of solo travel for me- something that I have done quite a bit, but not usually for 'leisure' or the sake of being deliberately creative. I was beyond delighted to hear...
Did you ever find yourself flirting with a place, unable to get it out of your head... and wondering if what you see, during your brief "encounters" is too good to be true? Sometimes, with the objects of our affection, we see what we want to see. Follow me back to Bermuda, as I explore the layers beneath the surface of our torrid love affair.