We've returned from a month on a Caribbean island that became our usual place to escape the ice, snow, and the frequent cold wind and rain of Western Washington. Sometimes we barely made it out ahead of weather that would have trapped us. One year the Bellingham airport closed and they sent us on a bus to Seattle. Once we came back to that sort of weather, again took a bus that took seven hours to get us the 100 or so miles home.
This year when we left for Bequia it was 80 degrees in Escondido. Bequia was pretty humid, besides being in the 80s temperature-wise. (Hot flashes didn't help.) Still gorgeous, still culturally entertaining, still friends there we've met before and enjoyed, still that crisp and cold Hairoun beer that tastes so good after a walk to lunch, sitting on a patio overlooking the harbor.
But not a relief from home. When we got home it was around 75 degrees. It's arid here, and my hair quits frizzing like it does in the tropics. And I have no complaints.
What this seems to mean is that traveling is now for its own sake, not to escape something. We still want to go back to Bequia, and other Caribbean spots, perhaps next winter. Bequia is a wonderful place, and feels like a second home now that we've stayed there five times. And there are other islands to revisit, and new ones to see for the first time. But Restless Barb is looking for other parts of the world and our own country to explore, any time of year. And then to come home, any time of year.
And here's the deal. If I want I can catch a bus on the street outside my home and link to connections anywhere in the world. So I will never feel trapped here, at home, in Southern California.
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