Last week at this same time I told you I would not be blogging today. Turns out I am so I hope you are not way too disappointed.
I am now in the Caribbean, writing away like a crazed person to meet my annual deadline. When we arrived here it was so hot and humid I expected to end as a puddle on the floor of the open air lobby – thereby sharing a fate with the Wicked Witch of the West. You see, this is the first heat I have experienced all summer, which in fact was not a summer at all in Iceland. Just some sort of rainy fall/early winter combo. That, coupled with the fact that I come from a long lineage of windswept and chilled-to-the-bone Icelandic people I was worried I would not be able to get any work done in this crazy tropical heat due to an IV of ice-water being lodged in my arm.
Heat exhaustion can make stupid ideas seem smart. I know that now. As an example I got the notion that the best thing for me would be to keep the heat away from every inch of my body by dressing heavily. So I put on pants, a trench-coat, a hat, a scarf and sunglasses and thought that this would work. It didn‘t. It made everything a whole lot worse. We got all sorts of looks and it did not help our standing with the hotel staff that my husband kept mistakenly referring to this country as The Dominican Peoples Republic. Our look was thus of really stupid evil villains from a Spy Kids Movie. Had that slot not been taken already by Kim Young Il.
One of my husband’s favorite pastimes is reading the worst reviews on trip advisor after we have decided where to go and stay, and then to compare these comments to the promises made by the hotel/resort. In our case now, this is the one he liked the most – please keep in mind that the advert says that we will be experiencing an astounding treat for the senses and utter tranquility. Or something down that road. The low reviews on Tripadvisor however told us to expect Club Med on Crack.
We got neither obviously which is all fine and good. We got precisely what we needed, the sea and possibly a little more sun and heat than we bargained for.
I have never been a big fan of pretend life – a princess for a day at your giant wedding bash as an example. It makes no sense, why not have something lovely that will not throw anyone into years of debt. I am not saying people should get married at McDonalds, just that it doesn’t have to be some crazy extravaganza to be beautiful. Skip some of those expensive trimmings that don’t really stand the light of day, hence the dimmed lighting. And what is it like anyway to return to a normal life after pretending to be some sort of royalty for a single day? And why would anyone want to feel like a prince/princess anyway? Although I do not have anything to back me up on this I am sure that the more grandiose and out of the happy couples true reach the wedding is, the more likely it is to end up in divorce. Don’t even get me started with the diamond cartel and their pressuring of young men to buy way too expensive rings that are truly not worth a tenth of the selling price. And what is with us women to buy into this – what are we, magpies?
I apologize for the above rant. I mean it though but it is probably not appropriate. Maybe there is crack in the food or drinking water here after all.
Yrsa - Wednesday