As my DC area trip comes to an end, I find myself reflecting back on all the personal lessons I have learned in the week I’ve been here.
It has been 5 grueling months since the last time I was off island (short day trips to neighboring islands not included). The day I have been looking forward to for what seems to be forever is finally here. This island girl is leaving on a jet plane. Destination: Washington DC.
It is a known fact that I dress better when abroad and so packing is the highlight of my pre-travel routine. But since I am also traveling by myself with no husband to drag my heavy suitcases for me, I decided as a courtesy to my poor back to pack light or as light as I can.
“The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.” – Albert Einstein –
The best part of being a hostel owner is the interesting people you meet. Travelers from all nooks and crannies of the world. Most come to St. Maarten to witness the spectacular plane landings at Maho Beach, others are here for relaxation, while some are just passing through. My absolute favorite type of traveler to welcome to our hostel is by far the female solo traveler.
My fascination with urban decay continues with part two of my new photo series, St. Maarten Abandoned.
These photos were all taken on the French side of the island where most of the abandoned buildings are found today. Charming buildings that were once upon a time undoubtedly beautiful jewels in the middle of the center of town, now stand here slowly deteriorating into nothingness yet still somehow maintaining their majestic stature.
I sit here in my office at the hostel I now run, coffee in hand thinking back on where I’ve been and where I am today. I should be doing some filing or at least prepare next week’s schedule, but it’s Sunday and my body knowingly goes into lazy mode.
I am a month away from my 41st and what a crazy year it has been. It all started around this time last year. (read also: How to Find Yourself on a tiny island). I was nearing 40 and had a sudden revelation that I was not doing any of the things that make me happy. I was too busy living for everyone else, being the person everyone around me wanted me to be. I’ve always been a very adapting person but there is a thin line between being adapting and being someone you’re not. So I rebelled and demanded to be heard. If it wasn’t for my love for food I would have probably gone on a hunger strike too. Anything to make myself be heard. I now realize that behavior was more a scream for help than anything else. Help me find myself.
Graffiti has long been considered a “bad thing” mainly because of words like vandalism and property defacement. Hip Hop helped bringing it to the mainstream, spinning people’s views and opinions of it from a negative to a positive. It is now referred to as Street Art and is even used to beautify or add character to neighborhoods.