WWLOR. The Perks of Island Living

Women Who live on Rocks
Par Women Who live on Rocks 10 Fév 2014 16:00

WWLOR. The Perks of Island Living

100214-WWLORA lot of our posts at Women Who Live on Rocks (WWLOR) tend to poke fun at some of the more trying aspects of island life. As most of us have learned from experience, making light of the arduous tasks and frustrating experiences associated with rock-dwelling is key to survival and to keeping your sanity. It also makes our readers (and us) laugh!

Raised as an island girl and having spent more time on a rock than a lot of the other WWLOR-ers, I thought for this post I would do something a little different and expand upon some of the unique reasons why I love calling this place my home.

The Obvious

  • The beach! I live a two-minute drive away from the nearest beach. And five minutes away from the second nearest beach. And 10 minutes away from the third nearest, and so on and so forth. I count myself lucky to live in a place that boasts some of the most beautiful beaches in the world, all within reach. Of course, the beach goes hand in hand with…
  • The ocean! I love the sound of it lapping or crashing against the shore and the smell of it on the breeze. After a long day at work, there is nothing quite like heading for the seaside for some instant, cooling therapy.
  • Flip-flops. I can (and do) wear them everywhere. To the supermarket. To the cinema. To work (in an office, for a bank). To a nice restaurant. Seriously – everywhere.
  • It’s the same temperature all year round. Not only does this mean not having to deal with balancing multiple wardrobes, but I also don’t need to splurge on a gym membership – I just go outside!

Some Extra Niceties:

  • Everyone says good morning/afternoon/night, no matter where you are – be it in line at Immigration, walking into the store, at the gas station or just walking down the road. Pair your own greeting with a smile, and you’re winning.
  • It’s perfectly acceptable to wear a hoodie/sweater when it’s 75F outside. To an island girl, this is borderline freezing (even after just spending Christmas in Maine…I acclimatize quickly). I went out to dinner the other night with three friends to a relatively touristy locale. It was pretty easy to spot the only table of “from he’ehs” as all four of us were wearing some sort of cover-up, and shivering.
  • Driving is fun. I may be alone on this point (having never driven anywhere else), but I actually enjoy driving here. Steep hills, dodgy switchbacks, potholes and livestock to avoid (not to mention the myriad of terrible drivers and taxis) make everyday a mini road rally. You learn to squeeze into spaces and pull off maneuvers that make the faint of heart wince (sometimes whilst located in your passenger seat). Again, it’s all a matter of survival and after driving here, I bet I could roll with the best of them around the world.
  • Bar tabs tend to disappear. When you frequent a place often enough, you’re bound to get a few freebies here and there. You know you’ve truly made your mark when your tab for the entire night is dismissed with a slight wave of the hand, no questions asked.

The Things You Wouldn’t Think Of:

  • You don’t have to clean up your dog’s crap. Well…you really should if it’s in the middle of a sidewalk or restaurant or general walking space (though why you would let your dog do its thing there in the first place is beyond me). Otherwise, if it’s outside and outta sight, you’re good to go.
  • “A herd of cows/flock of sheep/concrete mixer/insert-name-of-livestock-or-large-industrial-vehicle-here was blocking the road” is a perfectly reasonable excuse for being late to work, dinner or any other appointment.
  • You’re never short of a good story about something that would never happen anywhere else. For example, recently a gentleman posted on a local Community Board forum enquiring as to whom he might call to remove the cow that was stuck on his roof. After many not-so-helpful, yet hilarious suggestions (“the moo-vers” being the most popular) and utterances of disbelief, the gentleman kindly posted a picture for us all to see that yes, there was indeed a cow stuck on his roof. It was still there come sunrise the following day, as evidenced by another tasteful photograph depicting the sun rising behind the distressed, elevated cow. (The Agricultural Department later herded the poor thing from the roof, unharmed.)


Women Who live on Rocks
Par Women Who live on Rocks 10 Fév 2014 16:00

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