Carol looked super fit, fun loving and from her accent I could tell she was British. Nice legs, long hair, the cutest smile and a really, really good vibe. We tried to get to know each other better but talking above the music was no fun at all. At some point during the wee hours of January 1st, 2014 we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.
The truth is, I meet loads of people but at times, there's neither a connection nor the inclination to get to know them better (surely, some people who meet me feel the same way) and that's a-ok. Who knows? Maybe it's just my fear of abandonment getting the best of me because on I occasion, I do meet people that I'd love to get to know better. We have fun and I never see them again even though I would have preferred a different outcome. Furthermore, I may run into that person again and they behave as if we've never met......A-W-K-W-A-R-D.
I was sitting at a restaurant one morning and guess who spots me? Carol!!!! As she made her way over, I was pleasantly surprised and happy to see her. She heard that I was a Personal Trainer, came to the restaurant frequently and hoped to run into me sooner as she was leaving that same day. I was surprised she "knew" so much about me. God knows what else she'd heard but then again, this is characteristic of island life. WhatsApp? Yup. Facebook? Uh, huh. What's your number? That was it - we decided to stay in touch and that we did! A badass cyclist who loves to dance, uber talented baker, sugar sculptor and cake decorator, fluent speaker of Italian - all round superwoman!!!! Enough said.
I'd love to tell you that Carol returned to Barbados last month to see me; truth be told, she saw a cheap flight, had tons of vacation days, made great memories and returning so soon made sense to her. On the heels of a very traumatic life experience last year, who could blame her? Carol and I had loads of fun together; we even have an inside joke about me being maid of honor at her forthcoming nuptials (she met an Italian senior citizen on the beach who popped the question - hilarious).
Deep conversations, long scenic bike rides, numerous lazy days on the beach, breakfast at my favorite joint and dancing under the stars made for a very memorable holiday. Time does fly when you're having fun; actually, time flies - period and just like that, Carol's holiday had come to an end.
Wishing someone bon voyage at the end of a visit is standard operating procedure and the expectation is that they'd actually arrive at their destination safely so when I got no response from Carol, I assumed she was just getting back into the swing of things until I received this message: "I had a car accident on the way home from the airport......" an immediate prompt of how fragile life is. Many things raced through my head but I couldn't get over the fact of how lucky Carol really was to escape with only a few bruises here and there. The car on the other hand, is somewhere in car heaven.
In the meantime...Give thanks. Eat clean. Sleep deep.