Heading to Bermuda. Now, about that pesky Triangle…

There was no planning.  Oh my God, please don’t let this come back to haunt me.

I love lists.  I do my research.  I’m all for preparing in advance.

I enjoy getting to a finish line without stress or with it at a bare minimum.  I detest scrambling. I hate people who wait until the last minute to get sh*t done.  But most of all, I especially go bananas when those people drag me into their chaos.  There’s a whole lot of drama, a whole lot of frenetic activity, a whole of anxiety.  By the time you’re done, you’re exhausted — and pissed — and chances are, the person is too.

Soooooo, the mere idea — now that it’s five days later — that I booked a 7-day cruise with The West Indian Mother and we leave in 20 days, is alarming, disturbing, uncomfortable and it has kicked up my stress level.  Oh, this is real.  20 days?!  That’s not enough time!  Mary, Mother of God!

*pulls self together*

The cruise is booked.  We’ll be sailing on June 16. *clutches pearls and chest…and gulps water*

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Photo Credit: Norwegian Cruise Line (NCL.com) | The Norwegian Breakaway

Photo Credit: Norwegian Cruise Line (NCL.com) | The Norwegian Breakaway

Off we’ll go to Bermuda on the Norwegian Breakaway.  Yep, we are breaking away.  The last time we had a mother-daughter holiday, it was a little more than a year and a half ago. Then, we cruised on the Mediterranean. Was it completely stress-free? No, but the stress was so minimal, it’s not worth addressing.

Okay, alright, let me just say one thing…

The Mother is not afraid of having a strong point of view.  (Pity, I, too, have this trait.)

But, wait, let me tell you something else…

The Mother has no sense of direction. (The tension was a wee bit thick as we strolled around Barcelona.)

Okay, I promise, just one more thing…

The Mother is afraid of heights. (I learned this while we were climbing the stairs at Cathédrale Notre Dame de Paris as a “bonding experience”…um, o-oh.)

Now that I am cognizant of these incredibly important things, I will not be doing things like asking questions like, “Okay, which way did we come from?” and “Do you remember if we made a left turn at that corner or the corner after it?”


Since I booked at the last minute, we’re on a high deck.  Perfect for me; not so much for her.  Oh, and it’s also a balcony cabin. Will she go out on that balcony?  No chance.  She’ll probably sit next to the door, but if I actually get her out on the balcony, believe it when I say, “Miracles can happen.”

I’ll report back.

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Let’s address the 10,000 pound elephant in the room…something called The Bermuda Triangle.  Here it is, according to NOAA — those are the people who know things about the ocean and the sky above…

Now, look at what I pulled from Norwegian Cruise Line…

Photo Credit: Norwegian Cruise Line (NCL.com)

Photo Credit: Norwegian Cruise Line (NCL.com)

What do you think?  Do you think we’ll sideswipe it–avoid it all together?  For as long as I’ve been living, everybody in the islands has known about the Bermuda Triangle.  This is not just folklore.  Crafts by air and sea have disappeared ne’er to return.

You better believe I’m going to the Muster drill.  And, I will keep my eyes open for every exit.  Matters little that this Breakaway is a new cruise ship.  New or not, I may need an escape.  I may need to break…away.

It may be important to have a few words with the captain.  I don’t care if they’ve never had an “incident”.  I need to know if El Capitán has a back-up plan or two in his back pocket.

No back-up plan, God help me — God help him with my mother.


What would you do if you weren’t doing what you were doing? What’s your dream?

Have you ever been asked the questions by someone at any point in your life, whether you were on the edge because of something in your personal life or like me stuck at an employment crossroads —

What would you do if you weren’t doing what you were doing?  What’s your dream?

Good questions.

There are things I love, give me joy and make me feel free and whole.

I’m not sure what I would actually do in one word, but I definitely wish whatever it was would allow me to travel more — perhaps spin a globe, close my eyes and place my finger on wherever it stopped and get on a plane or train (now that’s a fantasy, right?), write (for others to read and dream through my words), sample local fare, including from off-the-beaten path locales (while snapping photos, of course) and have a home-base with an obscene amount of closet space (for my shoes and clothes — smh), lots of accommodations for visiting family and friends with a view of the ocean (or living steps away from the beach — I’m an island girl, after all).

My life as a marketing chick dealing with (thankless) professional services executives, stuck in an office all day at a desk, isn’t the worst, but it isn’t what I envision for the rest of my life.  My dream is to explore.  I wish to do something much more worthwhile. But most of all, I wish for — dream constantly for — freedom.

So, I ask the question — if you could snap your fingers and transform…

What would you do if you weren’t doing what you were doing?  What’s your dream?