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Lessons Learned

Just back from another wonderful vacation in BARBADOS. This year’s trip was a little different from last year. Here’s last year’s account and it will most likely reveal why us girls partied a little harder this year. These 80-year-old party animals put us to shame last year.

Rest Up Before You Go South With Grandma and Grandpa – Last Year’s Trip to B-Town

Olga is an 80 year-old, 90 pound, knobby-kneed, tanned to the core, one-liner queen. Carl is a 75 year-old, chain-smoking, rum-guzzling, ex-dancer. Val is a roly-poly, curly haired woman who uses a fro-pick for her perm and a compact mirror to reapply red lipstick in fifteen minute intervals. These are a few of the people I spent last year’s spring break with.

Last year, my sister Alex, my cousin Mallory and I decided to visit my grandparents in Barbados. We realized it wasn’t going to be the typical all inclusive student spring break that most were headed off on, but I’m sure I speak for all of us when I say that we were not expecting spring break class of ’49.

Well, they didn’t waste any time. Day one and we were off on an all-you-can-drink rum punch extravaganza upon the Cool Runnings catamaran cruise. Along with our group of twenty 70 year plus firecrackers, with the exception of “the girls” (me, Alex and Mallory), we were joined by another group of twenty who were in and around 30-years-old. They were an attractive bunch of friends, all from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. Now, if you think like me, you might assume the younger group would be the more liberal ones, but you mustn’t be fooled so easily.

That other group ended up being quite conservative in comparison to my grandparents’ group and I couldn’t help but smile. I love the company of my grandparents and all their friends. Our group was drinking non-stop; my sister even had Mount Gay Rum poured straight “into her trap” by my grandfather’s friends as my grandmother snapped photos. Our group was dancing up a storm and some ladies even got on the stripper pole. I know, I’m sorry to give you the image of 80-year-old women throwing their legs up on a pole, but in all fairness, those ladies were way more flexible than you could have ever imagined! And Carl, the “ex-dancer,” was no ex-dancer that day. Carl got out on deck, and grabbed “the girls” on the way to show us his moves. He’d shake his shrivelled little hips, winding and grinding, then grab onto the railing, looking like he’s about to keel over and die, then take a drag of a cigarette, wash it all down with a swig of rum and be good to go again. I couldn’t help but laugh. I didn’t know if I should be dancing with him or helping him find a place to lie down. Olga was busy putting the crew men in stitches, recounting endless tales of blacking out from too much rum, to having allergic reactions to strawberries that gave her hives everywhere… even under her boobs (yes, she included actions). Her stories were made even better by her poor grammar and slow drawl. Val continued to reapply her red lipstick. Granted, most of our group didn’t swim with the turtles but it was hips, knees and backs that kept them from it, not their spirits.

When we disembarked the catamaran at the end of the day, my grandparents were beaming. Everyone was rosy-cheeked and squinty-eyed, but they weren’t ready to end the party there. It was off to Scotty’s Bar next. Carl had already fallen flat on his face when getting off the boat, “because of the sun.” Using slurred speech he assured us he does this every weekend at home, so it must have just been the sun. Or, he was just wasted! But, as I passed Carl in a heap, and saw my Grandma giggling with her girlfriends, I realized, this was way better than any all inclusive I had ever heard of. My grandparents and their friends really know how to throw it down and enjoy themselves, probably better than a lot of 20-something-year-olds I know. They have a lot of experience.

Perhaps it’s the sun, or spending your time in one of the most beautiful places in the world, but spending time with such content people was restorative. This group of friends have wisdom and experience and are leading lives that satisfy them. To spend my last spring break with such genuine people was inspiring. Their kindness was infectious, their openness was refreshing, their unlimited stories were charming and their steadfast ways were hilarious (whether it’s them being stubborn or just not hearing one another, I’m still not sure). My grandparents and their friends are so young in spirit and if they’ve instilled anything in me, above all else, it’s that I want to hold onto the vigour they hold for life and the enjoyment they take in it. You don’t need a tight body to throw ‘em back and laugh until it hurts. You don’t need your original hips to shake it like Carl. And you don’t need youth to appreciate life’s treasures. If anything, I can see that that comes with age. This was most definitely not the last of my travels with 80-year-olds.

Lessons learned: walk slower, talk louder, and go to bed earlier.

Come on back to check out our stories from this year-

.Feffy. AliCat. Mal. Mads.
It starts with me forgetting our passports and only gets more chaotic from there!

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I did it. I let my blog fall to the wayside. Shit happens. Are we over it? Great, me too!

Wish I had some fabulous story to tell about why I haven’t posted in the last 6 weeks-ish… but regrettably I don’t. Another hump in the road I suppose, which I’m also over.

Sure, I’ve been here and there, lost a dog, a job, and a bit of direction in the last few weeks but I’ve recently said aloud that change is what I need, inevitable, and invigorating so I really need to get off the mopey wagon and jump into something new. (I have by the way!) I’ve already bumped my trip to Thailand up in hopes to teach English this October.

I will be the first to admit that it’s difficult to keep up with my most recent endeavors, only because I honestly change my mind at least 6 times a day. And not just in the, ‘oh rather than going to Loblaws for groceries, I’ll go to Metro’ kind of way, but more so in terms of life plans. For instance, I may go from thinking of saving money and traveling solo all over Asia in a few months to thinking I’ll just get a job and teach English in Thailand next month, or perhaps just become an extreme tour guide in Interlaken immediately… I’m young, naive, and not yet jaded so I will continue to dream big. I told you I’ve lost direction.

I’m questioning that last sentence. Perhaps I haven’t lost direction but instead just realized I have every opportunity available to me at this point in my life and there is absolutely no one stopping me, aside from myself. I really hate getting all cliché and speaking of how “the world is my oyster” but it fucking is!!! And it’s exciting!!! I needed to get this out, or at least work it out to realize that my loss of direction is perhaps the best thing that’s happened to me in a while. I’m exhausted with being the girl who has forever been told that I’m wise beyond my years, and have it all figured out. I will proudly admit, I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing and it feels great.

I took this picture last week at my cottage. Storms on the island are amongst my top ten favourite things.

Tyson Island

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