Destiny’s Revelations
A blow by blow account of my experiences in Montserrat
Destiny’s Revelation No. 17
Last modified on 2009-04-09 14:52:09 GMT. 0 comments. Top.
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I know it has been some time since I have actually written anything to be published on this blog. This is only because I had to leave Montserrat unexpectedly, family issues–you know how that goes.
Anyway, might I point out to you how stunned I am by my own reaction to leaving Montserrat. Who would have ever guessed that a tumbleweed like me would develop a longing in my heart for such a simple, unique, and pleasantly odd place.
It’s obvious that I have been away for quite some time, considering the date of my last post. The publisher of this blog promised me this page solely for my personal renditions of experiences I have while in Montserrat. It was really important to me that no one else contribute to this particular page. It’s mine, and I am thrilled that the publisher kept her end of the deal. Believe me, no one says it quite like me anyway.
You may have noted that I described myself as a tumbleweed. I really am. I find, due to my favorable lifestyle, that I drift in search of natural education and wonder. Hence, my bafflement at being stunned from the depressed emotional state I found myself in while away from Montserrat.
Just leaving Montserrat evoked a reaction I have never before experienced in all my years of globetrotting. As I arrived to the airport, I didn’t particularly notice anything. Like I mention earlier, I consider myself quite the globetrotter. Things started going humdingy-like when I started gathering my things and going towards the tiny plane sitting on this quaint and neatly built airport.
Yes, this is the very same airport that caused me some severe levels of heart failure when I first arrived to Montserrat. As you can easily gather, I am no longer a stranger. Hence, the airport is quaint.
Needless to say, one tends to forget the visual impact of Montserrat from a bird’s eye view. It is an awe-inspiring rumbling scenery of varied shades of emerald greens that change with every angle available to you. Enough about that, for now.
Now, I do have one confession to report since I have been away. I have been eating the hell out of fast food and restaurant menus. You don’t get that sought of thing, or not to the extent I’m use to in Montserrat.
Why are concerned about my weight?
I’m not!
As oddly as this may sound coming from a person of my exposed background, I only missed the convenience of food, in all its variety, fat content, and delivery.
Compared to Montserrat, you sure do get a bang for your dollar
Besides the food, I sure didn’t miss much else.
Okay, the fashion selection, in Montserrat, is quite neglected and boring, but I have ensured that I brought back enough to make my usual daily fashion statement in Montserrat, which by the way is not very hard. I am not a fashion guru by an sense of the word. But here in Montserrat, I could be the Commissioner of the Fashion Police.
Another thing, I will be able to walk in stelletos in Montserrat, if it kills me or breaks my ankle.
If these Montserratian female residents that do that and look sexy, damn it, so can I!
By the way, it sure was hard getting use to putting my face back on every morning, while I was away from Montserrat. See, in Montserrat, the community embraces natural beauty over everything else, and this is one of many reasons why this tiny unknown island has stolen my heart.
Not to mention, I think I overdid it at the Rhunaway Ghaut tourist site.
You see this site has a sign that says, I am not quoting this, that if you drink from this water you are destined to return to Montserrat. Well, I wanted to make sure that I would come backt to Montserrat so badly that every time I drove by that spot, I drank like a thirsty camel.
That might have a lot to do with why Montserrat consumed my thoughts day and night. I couldn’t help but be constantly reminded of the things that are not in Montserrat that just are elsewhere, that annoy me.
How the hell did I ever sleep with all those damn sirens going off all hours of the night, and who would have believed that I would have gotten unaccustomed to the sound of sporadic gunshots during the night.
Go figure.
I know Montserrat is a quiet gem of a magic garden of Eden. But, you sure do need to leave to realize that there a whole hell of a lot of thing you overlooked and take for granted quite easily in Montserrat.
Well, as you can tell, I am on a mission.
I am craving to start my new adventures of discovery in Montserrat. As usual, I will keep you posted!
Until next time.
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