There is so much that I could have written about in the past few months, so many amazing encounters with people and events and music and landscapes. I’m now on the second trip that I had planned as of the last time I posted, and I know I am so fortunate to be here. I am in Bermuda for a cousin’s wedding and things are actually more beautiful in this tiny island paradise than the memories of places I had stored in my head. The last time I was here in the summer was nine years ago. There are no words to describe the vibrant colours of lush tropical plants, darting lizards, butterflies floating on the breeze and never far away ocean views. There are none either for the familiar non-stop soundtrack, a blending of tiny Bermuda tree frogs ‘singing’ (especially after it rains), kiskadees and other birds, the friendly-sounding (English) accent and expressions common among locals, and (often) the gentle crash of ocean waves against rocky shores and beaches.
Time is passing quickly visiting family and friends, my old school and houses, the capital city, and some favourite parks and beaches, but I couldn’t resist posting this photo. I struggled to take it as this branch was too high for me to properly take a picture of, but I managed to capture this by lifting my camera (phone) and pointing, without actually being able to see what was in the frame. I love that it captures an old Bermuda stone wall, so common even today along main roads and properties.