Bermuda can be summarized in one word: beautiful. Here, pink sand beaches meet the brightest blue water you’ve ever seen. People are beyond friendly and helpful, eager to chat and lend a hand to the obvious visitors. The buildings are colourfully painted and, while the island has been largely developed, it is a pleasant place to explore with a wild coastline and wonderful greenery gracing the roads.
The funny thing with myths is that there is usually some element of truth to them. But mostly they take us down that dangerous hole of comparison. It has been a process for me to realize that there were things I was aspiring to that simply weren’t real to begin with. Allow me to outline some of the myths I got sucked into believing (and what I’ve decided to do instead!)
Let Hawaii Happen. It’s one of the official hashtags (#LetHawaiiHappen) of Hawaii, The Big Island, and also the perfect description of what travelling with a three-year-old really looks like. You can plan all you like, but as we have learned over the years, if you go with the flow and let the day unfold you’re in for an enjoyable ride. Take time to discover the details along the way (toddlers are the perfect guides for pointing out these overlooked wonders!) and you’ll have an even richer experience.
I can’t shake this part of myself – this yearning desire, this need, for a personal connection with the outdoors. And as my little one grows up, I feel opportunity returning. Which is why it’s so hard when things fall through.