I’ve not left this little isle since February. The family since last December. 21 miles long, and a 1.75 miles wide at it’s very widest point can seem very, very small.
Yet, as I told the story the other day during the summer and into the early winter months you’d question yourself why you’d ever leave the beauty and reasonable normality of Bermuda during a global pandemic. Why throw yourself to the sharks, when we can swim with the parrot fish!
That has changed, and although Bermuda is hardly on the list of the world’s Covid hotspots, our R number is above 2 and this little isle is narrowing with curfews and restrictions and rules.
So…. now we’ve always been last minute bookers of trips, we tell ourselves we are not, but there’s no getting away from how unorganized we are, and thus here we are in about an hour or so heading to the brand new $250m Bermuda Airport terminal to take a flight to Florida. Now that is a hotbed I hear you say 🥵.
It is and Floridians, some of them anyway, have been the most obnoxious to the threat of Covid-19 and it’s precautionary measures, but Florida has 65,000 square miles to stay socially distanced in and we will be very careful.
We fly to Miami this afternoon and we will drive the 3.5 hours to Sarasota on the gulf coast, where we have a house. This house has been subject to major renovations (we basically took it apart) and has hit every road bump there could possibly have been, and I’ll bore you another day with the monotonous details.
Sarasota for a week. Throw in some Christmas and outdoor activities, plus some eating and drinking and we are much looking forward to a change of scene. we’ll be back on the rock Christmas Eve to greet Santa.
Stay safe all.