Slowing down

Time works differently in the Bahamas. Everything does. This is my first visit, but I’d been told. I am reminded of this as we approach the rental car area in the Marsh Harbor airport (if you can call it that- no line and one man sitting behind a small counter, smiling at people exiting the building that consists of just a few rooms under roof on a spit of sandy land). We show no ID, sign no paperwork. We are told to proceed to the parking lot spaces marked Rental Wheels and look for the car with our name on it. Okay. We are in no hurry.

We find the car, lift our bags into the trunk, get inside, giggle in relief that it seems to run, remark on the scent of air freshener, and realize we have no idea how to get to where we are going. Into town first to find some food. We don’t have a map. There are no signs or clear indications of how to exit the airport parking lot. Time for an adventure, we both say at nearly the same time. We are in no hurry. The week has just begun. Time works differently. Here, and on vacation.

Thank you, Two Writing Teachers for hosting the annual Slice of Life Challenge. My life would be smaller without writing. I am proud to be participating in my 10th annual SOL writing challenge with you.