bermuda, shorts

We arrived in Bermuda, tired from a red-eye and overwhelmed by the humidity but thrilled to be there.

(By the way, cankles are the new black. Just saying.)

Bermuda did not disappoint.

We traipsed around the Bermuda Aquarium, Museum and Zoo, in a heavy rain much like many of my excursions to the Oregon Zoo, except it was a bajillion degrees.

Some of us were forced against our will to try traditions that make us a little queasy. (Greg might choose a new guest next time out for unveiling this knee sock shot.)



We took in natural wonders.

We withstood unrivaled humidity and went on a fascinating historical tour of the Royal Naval Dockyard in Sandys Parish.

We had amazing food: Bermuda Fish Chowder, seafood by the bucketful and English Pub fare. Not to mention my new favorite cocktail of choice, a Dark & Stormy, equal parts rum and ginger beer.

(I've been known to startle a PTA member or two, when I arrive with a Reed's Ginger beer. I love the stuff; it's like ginger ale, only spicier. Why I had never thought to cut it with booze escapes me. I made up for this lack of ingenuity last week.)

I had an amazing time.

And as much as I enjoyed the food, the sites, the history, the resort, the parties, the beaches, the scary taxi rides, the best part of the trip was also the only thing I had worried about: Taking a trip with a large group strangers, well, at least a group unknown to me.

From the time we met up with some couples from Greg's office until we landed again, nearly everyone I met was generous and kind.

Courteous. Funny.

Willing to dive past comparing gas prices, headlong into politics, and religion.

I remember walking through the foyer one night, during cocktails, the walls reverberating with conversation in every language imaginable. The swell of good will was overwhelming, and I can't lie; I got choked up.

It really is an awesome world.

{You can find more pictures from my trip here.}