Under The Sea (Part 2)

“The class starts at 2, so we’ll leave here at 1:30,” Michael told me. “Hon? We’re a two minute drive to the scuba place. We don’t need to leave that early.” But, of the two of us, Michael was the only one who could drive on the left side of the road, so at 1:00…

Under The Sea (Part 1)

Michael got certified to scuba dive at age 13. Over the course of his next thirty-three years, he dove in much of the Caribbean–initially on family vacations and later on vacations with various girlfriends. By the time he was 46, Michael had been on a Caribbean vacation with every woman he’d ever dated. Then he…

In Honor of Grandma Gallo’s 97th Birthday

Yesterday, my only living grandparent turned 97. With four children, sixteen grandchildren, and a dozen (I think) great-grandchildren, she is certainly the matriarch of my father’s side of the family. My siblings and cousins posted pictures on Facebook yesterday of themselves visiting Grandma on her special day. My sister Liz also posted an older picture…

Sea Horses

“Watch the horse, hon,” I said. “Where?” “Right there,” I said, pointing to the right side of the narrow road. We drove slowly by a man leading a dark brown horse with a rope. “Is he walking it to the beach?” Michael asked. “I guess so.” It was just after 7 am and Michael and…

Processing (AKA The Path to Barbados: Part 4)

“So do you want to go out to breakfast?” Michael asked me one Saturday morning a few years ago. I paused. I had just gotten back from my morning walk. It was 9:30 am.I thought about all the things I had planned to do. If we went out to breakfast, we wouldn’t be back until…

Brainstorming (The Path to Barbados: Part 3)

Michael and I have long dreamed of living abroad. Michael had attempted it once, in his 20’s, but just before he moved to Paris, he fell in love. And that love prompted him to leave Paris just five months into what was supposed to be a one-year stint in the City of Lights.  I spent…

Location, location, location (AKA The Path to Barbados, Part 2)

When Michael and I had talked about the possibility of me leaving my teaching job, and I fretted about what I’d do for income, Michael said, “We’ve got the AirBnB.” In February of 2020 we had finished converting our garage into a 500-square-foot apartment. Despite COVID, it had been successful beyond anything we could have…

Unreasonable 2020 Goals (AKA The Path to Barbados, Part 1)

Sarah loved her Passion Planner. She showed us the color-coded calendar, the monthly reflection pages. I decided to buy one. In January. Of 2020. The opening activity asks one to list things they’d like to accomplish in three months, one year, three years, and a lifetime. So I dutifully dreamed. In three months I wanted…

A Morning Walk (Barbados Style)

“Ready?” Michael said as he opened the door to my bedroom. His voice roused my from my slumber. “Ready? For what? Huh?” “We’re driving to a new beach today. Remember?” Oh. Yeah. That. I’d been naturally waking up at 6:20 each morning, not too long after the sun lights up the ocean outside my window….

A Peek Outside My Door

Yesterday I was given a reprieve. After almost five days of quarantine in my apartment here in Barbados, I was allowed leave to get my second COVID test. Michael met me outside our building and I dutifully followed him to the on-site doctor’s office. “It’s in there,” he said, pointing to an unlatched door in…