This summer has been hot and full of mosquitos! The air has been on for weeks.
Nothing compared to the Illinois summers that I lived with for 36 years, for instance, June 1st air on, September 1st, air off. Oh, and people stop leaving their houses in Illinois in the heat, people here flock to the beach. Mosquitos are the same, although I do feel that the mosquitos here are a little more intelligent and fast.
It’s the “off-season all my friends in the service industry have a little more jovial demeanor, and the tourist money is not flowing, so it’s just rum, no juice, they’ve gotta save money somewhere.
The ocean water is like bathwater. I get to the beach and am in the water for hours, this never happens in the winter, as I am a complete vagina when it comes to being cold in any way, shape, or form.
I love this time of year, I could swim every single day, there is no peace like floating alone in the ocean. Unless you’re lucky enough to swim in the warm caribbean while a warm summer rain washes down on you, that is when the world stops completely.
My friends with school-aged kids are running around getting their schedules down with the new year starting, and their little ones are tired by six thirty, so weekdays have been pretty uneventful.
The birthday parties on the weekends are well attended, no one has tourist duty, and everyone is back “on island” for their children to start school again, so it’s nice to see everyone, especially since I have been travelling so much.
I have no travel plans for the next few months. This is the first time in so long that I have not had at least four trips on the books. It feels good like I can start my routine again.
Summer is a great time to be a complete degenerate on an island. There is not much going on so, why not drink? You drink, so who feels like working out? It’s hot as hell, so I am not cooking, sure, tacos sound great, and sure, I’ll take cheese and anything else that tastes fucking fabulous. Basically, I am saying I’ve had the lifestyle of Tony Soprano, short of the killing people.
So instead of taking on the body of Tony, I am doing a month long detox, which feels like a year on an island when everyday it is completely acceptable and normal to live like you’re on vacation. So, the piper needs to be paid.
People always ask me when the best time to visit our island is, and most people agree that October to May is the prime time, and I’ll admit, it is perfect here then, but I must say, if you really want the island experience, the laid back, lounge on the beach, warm water, booze and food, relaxing, island lifestyle, I think the best time is the summer.