I spent the morning of my last full day in Anguilla half-heartedly throwing things into my suitcase and cleaning up around the house. My intent was to take care of all of the depressing tasks so that I could spend every last second I had left on island enjoying myself. When I finished, I decided to try not to think about leaving again until I had no other choice.
By that time, it was time for me to meet a friend for lunch at DaVida restaurant anyway, so I happily left the suitcase and all the sad reminders of my upcoming departure behind.
The lovely meal that we had at DaVida was delicious and we enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere on the shore of Crocus Bay. We just sat there chatting for a long while and while I wished I could stretch it and make it last, my friend eventually had to go to work.
So what else is there to do when time on your favorite island is fleeting? Why, hit a beach bar, of course! Elvis’ Beach Bar, to be exact. So that’s where I headed and where I spent the rest of the afternoon sipping the delicious fruity frozen drinks that Elvis makes so well and chatting with the fun people hanging out there. A group of kids there decided that my name was easy to remember because they just had to think of “Crabby Patty” from the Spongebob Squarepants cartoon. An older gentleman thought I reminded him of a friend that he lost track of many moons ago, and was I sure my name wasn’t Susie? Then Captain Rollins, who sails the catamaran “The Chocolat” showed up and that’s when the hilarity truly began! The man is a riot, I tell you and I just remember laughing harder and having more fun from that point on.
I will spare you the details, but I spent much of the rest of this night saying goodbye to friends, some of whom showed up at Elvis’, but also a few that I met up with elsewhere. It’s not a fun experience, but I try to keep in mind that I’m sure to come back soon to see everyone again. That’s the point in every trip where the sadness really starts to creep in. Unfortunately, since I lack the ability to slow down the passing of time, I had to head home to sleep in order to have the energy to travel home the next day.
When I got up the next morning, my 10th day on the island, it was time for the dreaded drive to the ferry to leave the island. I hate it. A lot of people don’t understand when I tell them that I actually shed tears whenever I leave Anguilla, but maybe that means that they haven’t yet made the same connection to a place as I have to AXA. I have good friends there. The peace and quiet relaxes me there. My soul is happy there. Those of you who have your own special connection to a place will understand why I cried all the way to the ferry dock and had to work hard to hold back tears in front of everyone there.
The ferry ride to St. Maarten seemed to pass slowly but, somehow, I still managed to hold it all together. In my head, I said goodbye to Anguilla and promised to come back as soon as possible. It’s not like I really have any choice in the matter since the island just seems to find ways to pull me back whenever I’ve been away too long. I consider myself lucky to have found a place and a community of people that make me so happy. My plan has always been to travel to many different places around the world, but I’m not really sure how that’s going to happen as long as there is an Anguilla waiting for me…