Miami to the Exuma’s – Paradise found

Welcome home "Grandma Phyllis"

Welcome home “Grandma Phyllis”

For the last several years “Grandma Phyllis” has come to Florida and spent the winter with us.  This year she flew into Nassau to travel with us for a month. Once we had her on board and firmly situated in the forward stateroom, we left Nassau and headed into the Exuma’s. Coming from here from her Northern icebound winter must have been like being transported through time to Paradise.

If you are visiting in the Bahamas, you are going to ride the bucking dinghy.

If you are visiting in the Bahamas, you are going to ride the bucking dinghy.

In 1667, when John Milton wrote the poem “Paradise Lost,” he had no idea that we would pervert his poem to refer to more earthly places. Today we think of the hustle and bustle of Honolulu or Miami and think of what it must have been like back when…. We now think of that as Paradise Lost.

Indeed, if I were Ernest Hemingway returned from the dead, I might find the Bahamas also a “Paradise Lost”, but for a normal 2014 boy from the USA, this place is a remarkable image of what Paradise might actually be. Even now, there are beaches that stretch for miles that just beg you to drop any and all inhibitions and enjoy your own completely private and VERY beautiful world. Even “old” couples feel the urges and passions of youth. I am not sure what Hemingway may have lost, but the Exuma’s for us are certainly a “Paradise Newly Found.”

The second mate making breakfast more interesting.

The second mate making breakfast more interesting.

Phyllis has spent several winters with us now, but this one is shaped up to be a great one. She has become a very special part of our Florida family and we have enjoyed the love flowing from her generation into ours.

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