Tag Archives: Bermuda

Finding Time

30 Mar

Where.  It’s a word I find myself using to preface many sentences lately.

Where has the time gone?  Where have I been?  Where am I going to find the time to … run? shop for shoes? get my hair done?  book a hotel?  weed? get a manicure? blog? start tomato seeds? go for a hike? take another meeting?  Where has my mind gone?

Fortunately, one of those questions has an easy answer: We were in Bermuda, just last weekend.  It was glorious.  Beautiful, warm sunshine, rippling water, pink beaches and everyone wishing everyone else a good day.  I love Bermuda.

One of my favorite things about the place is how easy it is to tell the locals from the tourists.  The locals are anyone still wearing a puffer jacket and a winter hat in 70º weather, the exact opposite of upstate New York, where in the winter any day without snow on the ground is an opportunity for shorts and flip flops.  Oh, and another thing I love about Bermuda?  English candy.  Especially right before Easter when Cadbury Mini Eggs profusely populate the shelves.

A less easy question to answer is: Where will the wedding madness end?  We’ve crossed the point where it’s under a month until the big day.  Things are coming together: Isaac’s family have booked hotels and flights, I found a dress, Isaac found a suit, dinner is set, the cake is ordered and we’ve settled on a photographer (what a tough choice, I would really like to be my own photographer, but I’m told that would be less than ideal), but it still feels endless.  People keep telling me “It’s your big day!” and yet everyone has an opinion about how the day should be.  I can’t wait until it’s over!

Just in time for a wedding, I get my hands dirty! That manicure (if I ever get it) doesn’t stand a chance. Find out why below the fold.

Lovely Day

3 Apr

Have you ever walked through Central Park on April 2?

No?  Well, let me tell you something, you should.  Go ahead.  I’ll wait right here while you mark it on your calendar for next year.  And if you’re coming in from out of town, you’ll want to be here by the evening before, no fooling, because you’ll need to be in the park before 8am, in order to avoid the herds of tourists.

Because the most important aspect of being in Central Park on April 2 is the ability to find a pocket of the park where you are completely alone.  Just you and nature and the city.  It’s a powerful, emotional moment, especially if you let the sonic wall that is the park’s birds in full song wash over you.

A secondary consideration to make, if you are planning a trip to be in Central Park on April 2, is that it should have rained the night before, so that there is fog and mist everywhere (this might require a degree of flexibility in travel plans).  It’s also another reason why you have to get up early, so that it hasn’t all burnt away yet.  Because, I now feel strongly that there are two times when New York City is at it’s loveliest: in the middle of a snowstorm (c.f. March Snow), and on a misty Spring morning.

Central Park not your thing? How about Bermuda? Click here for some island breezes.