PLANNIN' MY ANNUAL ESCAPE

Yay! The best thing about summer ending is planning my escape...My escape to Eleuthera. Lenny says it best and and he should know.

Eleutheria


Lenny Kravitz


My life is perfect

Because I accept it as it is

The sunshine is shining

Because it is what it is


What a beautiful feeling it's bringing

All the birds in the sky are singing


Eleutheria the fire is burning

Eleutheria the tables are turning


A new day is dawning

Because it is time for a change

With new consciousness forming

There comes a new day


Oh we got to got to keep on trying

When the children are cold and alone

And are crying

You got to understand


Eleutheria the bells are ringing

Eleutheria the people are singing

Eleutheria the people are yearning

Eleutheria this world keeps on turning

Turning


What a beutiful feeling

It's bringing

All the birds in the sky are singing

You got to understand


Eleutheria the fire is burning

Eleutheria the tables are turning

Eleutheria the bells are ringing

The people keep singing

The fire is burning

The tables are turning Got to keep on...Keep on keepin' on


An island like no other...for me, anyway. No commercialism, friendly inhabitants struggling to make a living. The most beautiful beaches in the world. A place to kick back and relax..no problem. No fancy clothes...no fancy hotels...no tour buses...Just simple serenity.


Doesn't look like much...until you actually get on the island. It's beauty is intense...in a very simple way. We will never be able to visit all of the beaches on the island. Some are hidden away, only accessible by boat or a long trek through thick foliage. They will ALL take your breath away.





Beautiful people, beautiful island...beautiful peace.


This year I am SO lucky to be able to go for two weeks. I'm looking forward to visiting a place that seems to never change. It feels good. I know that changes are coming to Eleuthera and my only wish is that these changes will improve the lives of those that live there.

It's no wonder that Lenny comes "home" to rejuvenate and get back to his roots. His roots are strong and so is this small island. No pretenses...no paparazzi..nobody to impress. Just kick back and enjoy it's beauty and people.


My bags are packed..LOL..I don't need anything but some muu muus, a bathing suit and a couple of shorts and tee shirts. Groceries on the island are sparse and expensive..and name brands are virtually non-existent. I have my extra large jar of JIF peanut butter and plenty of tea bags for my in house thirst. Most of my afternoons will be spent on a beautiful beach with a trip to a local bar to finish it off. My fishing gear is boxed up and ready to go in the suitcase. If the mood strikes I'll try my luck down the steps from our cozy cottage on the caribbean side of the island. I hope to snorkel with the sea turtles and the starfish to my heart's content.






Good friends...fun times...nothing but relaxation...and NO drama! Ahhhhh...it's gonna be great!

Until the time gets here I'll just keep on keepin' on...and dance to pass the time.








Put the music on, Miss BayBay!

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YAY! I'M FINALLY A CERTIFIED SENIOR CITIZEN!

Alive at 5?  No...Alive at 65!  This ain't no news headline...It's for REAL!

Have just arrived at 65 years old...and I'm tickled pink.  I'm not one of those people who doesn't like birthdays and get depressed every year after 40.  I hope to be rockin' and rollin' and celebratin' each and every year until I can't rock and roll no more.

I've had a great life raisin' my boys and livin' it to ensure that my family is taken care of...and healthy.  Now it's MY time.  Senior citizenship feels really good...and I can enjoy the benefits of Medicare, Social Security and AARP.  Who wouldn't love it?

I plan to be an artist.  An artist that masters growing old...not gracefully...but with a love for life in general.  As long as I can come up with funds that don't have to go to life's survival I plan to dance every chance I get...travel as much as money allows...and laugh with friends as long as they're around.

I remember when my grandparents hit 65...they were OLD!  As the HILLS!  I couldn't imagine how dull their lives must be just hangin' around the house waitin' on the kids and grandchildren to come by.  An occasional church function...and lots of funerals for friends.  

Sorry, folks.  I don't do funerals.  Don't be a hater.  I'm losing friends and acquaintances left and right and it hurts...but my Mama Mattie told me many moons ago that the older I got the more friends I would lose to death.  I now see exactly what she meant...and it's not easy.  But I choose to hang on to the memories and laughter while they are here rather than attending a service when they're gone.  I'm a strange bird, as many of you know.  There's not much I won't do for you if you need me.  If you've passed, there's not much I won't do for your family and close friends to ease your pain.  But I won't go to your funeral.  Can't help it...I can't do it.  If it helps to soften your disapproval of my choice let me tell you that I have done nothing but wreak havoc at every funeral I've attended.  I sobbed so hard at a gentleman's funeral one time who I didn't even know that the rumor got out I must have been having an extra-marital affair with him.  Nope... Didn't even know him.  I went out of respect for his family...and turned it into a circus.  Nope...I won't be attending any more funerals.  Sorry.

My generation of senior citizens is active and fun.  We dance...we toast alcoholic beverages...we still go to band concerts and make a fool of ourselves.  I'm lookin' forward to expandin' my horizons.  Gonna enjoy every minute that the good Lord allows me to have.

People ask me about this thing called a "bucket list".  I don't have a bucket list.  My philosophy is "if it looks like fun I'm gonna give it a try".  I'm gonna do things I never thought of before...and I did JUST that the day before my big 65.

I got at call earlier in the week from my youngest son.  He told me not to plan anything for Saturday afternoon...that he and his friend were pickin' me up at 1:00 and we were gonna celebrate my 65th birthday.  How sweet is that?  Now, you have to know my youngest son to know that he likes to do things up pretty fancy.  He said they would NOT tell me what or where, but to dress "resort casual" and not have any further plans for the day. Location and activity were to be kept secret.

Sooooo...just KNOWING we would be goin' to one of the fancy restaurants he loves to go to I wore my best "casual" outfit with my pearls and even put product in my hair.  And I put on REAL shoes, not my flip flops.  I wasn't going to embarrass these two special gentlemen.  

When they came to pick me up my son suggested that I might want to put on some more comfortable shoes and still wouldn't give me a hint as to why.  Well, as I figured we might be doing some sight seein' I went back in and put on my fanciest flip flops.  

We headed north.  Wait a minute...his favorite restaurants are down south from here!  We rode for a solid hour and I finally gave up tryin' to pry the secret location out of them and settled in for the ride.  We turned towards Southport.  I mean...that road only goes to Southport, right?  Okay...I figured out they were going to take me there for a FABulous lunch on the waterfront.  And that they did.  I felt like a queen with both of them waitin' on me to make sure it went off without a hitch.  I had fried green tomatoes and lobster bisque.  What the hey....I could take a nap on the way back home.

It's not unusual for my son to look at his phone a lot...and as I kept eating my wonderful meal I noticed he kept looking at his phone and secretly mouthing to his significant other "we've got to go...we've got to go".  Didn't hurt my feelin's...We had a wonderful ride to Southport and a FABulous meal.  The lobster bisque was to die for.  I figured they had plans early evening and needed to get me home.  We finished up and loaded back up in the car.  Nap time for the old lady.  I settled in for the ride home.

Before I got good and comfy I heard the turn signal and we turned left.  There's no turn for miles on the way home.  Sat up and saw a sign for Oak Island.  Whoopee!  It ain't over.  I've never been to Oak Island and this was gonna be a treat.  They assured me that Oak Island is a nice place to visit.  
About that time my son starts shoutin'  "There's Gene....there's Gene...pull in right here".  If you know this son of mine you know he knows people everywhere.  I settled back figuring we'd stop long enough for him to say "hey" and get back on the road to Oak Island.  As we pulled up I heard a familiar voice....It was my son-in-law, Gene.  What the heck?  What was he doin' here?  Then I realized we were at an airport.  Then I saw the sign..."SKY DIVE".  No, no, no...this can't be the surprise.  Not me...not today...no way!  My sister came out and the rest is history.  Then I remembered the fried green tomatoes and lobster bisque.  Lord help me!

Don't know how they kept me from backin' out...My sweet Mark went up with us and jumped out after me.  The most terrifying moment of my life...and the most exhilarating.  I lived to tell this story.  And I fell in love once more....with NATHAN, the wonderful, good lookin' man who strapped me to his strong body and held me, reassuring me, patting me... and hollering in my ear all the way down.  The man landed us light as a feather and the ordeal was over.  I was alive.  And I was ecstatic.  

65 years....and I was kidnapped and thrown out of a plane.  It was FABulous and I'd do it again...as long as that sweet NATHAN is the one I'm strapped on to. 

Back to real life.  I sit here with fond memories of two special boys who planned somethin' for an old lady that she would never forget.

Alive at 65!  What are we gonna do for 75?

In the meantime I'll just dance with the dogs.  Life is good...especially when you're officially old.

Put the music on, Miss BayBay!

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ONE O' THESE DAYS I'M GONNA SNAP

It's comin'.  I'm tryin' to stop it.  But when you care SO much for somethin'....you go a little crazy.  Yep, that's me.  I've held my tongue and put in hours and sweat to remain positive on the outside while I'm dyin' on the inside.  Ever have that feelin'?

I've almost "snapped" several times in the past few months.  But I know that when I do it'll all be over.  The hard work...the livin' my dream...the "could'a would'a should'a"  feelings that have kept me here in my little slice of paradise.

Could I snap?  Probably so.  Would I snap?  Maybe.  Should I snap?  Absolutely not.

What's kept me from snappin' up to this point?  My music and bein' able to dance it off.  Kinda like shakin' it off...but I dance it off.

A few years back I found out what depression was all about.  And it wasn't very pretty.  If anyone had asked me if I could become a victim to depression I would have laughed and said NO WAY!  Didn't think I could...but I did.  Woke up one morning with no warning and my world felt like a hole...a BIG, black hole.  I found myself lying in bed for days...crying for no reason I could put my finger on.  I felt helpless...unloved...lonely...and desperate.

There musta' been an angel on my shoulder because when it finally felt like I couldn't go on I picked up the phone and called a friend.  You know who you are.  And you showed up.  It was a simple gesture, but it saved my life.  Of all the folks I could've called...I called you.  And you came through like a champ.  Don't think that I will ever forget that and thanks to you I'm here today.

When I feel like I might slip and sink back into that hole I find somewhere with my kinda favorite music.....and I dance.  If a dance partner doesn't show up...I dance in my heart.  It's great therapy for me and so far, it works for me.

Please don't let the music die...Without the music I can't dance.  And if I can't dance I'm gonna snap!  Dancin' breathes life into me...And when I'm dancin' it's a GOOD me.

We all have that one thing that makes us tick.  Find out what yours is and hold on to it tight.  You never know when it might just be the medicine that keeps you sane...and where your smiles will be real.  

Here's to all of you out there in blog-land that have somethin' gnawin' inside of you that you keep pushin' down.  Bring it up!  Get it out!  Don't wait too long like I did and let it eat you up...Because it will.  Trust me.

My advice?  Get up...Get down...and get FUNKY...get loose ....And call a friend.

 

Now maybe some of 'ya know why I have to dance...and love to dance...

So let's DO it!  Even if you can only dance with the fur kids.

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CHANGES ARE NOT ALWAYS EASY

 I'm finding that gettin' older has it's advantages...and disadvantages.  I find that I see things in a different light...and just like my grandma, the old ways are startin' to look like they were the best ways...and the best days.  I'll be turnin' 65 in a couple of months and as I look back I remember thinkin' my parents and grandparents were REALLY old at that age.

I don't feel old.  I don't WANT to feel old.  I feel like I'm in the prime of my life...and look forward to many more memories being made with good times and good friends. 

One of the hardest things for me right now is that my favorite place in the world seems to be dyin' out.  A place where I feel like a teenager every time I walk through it's open air doors.  A place where I see folks get excited when they see an old friend walk in.  A place where new friendships are made without asking about what type of work you do or caring about your social status.  A place where the music is hot, the drinks are cold and smilin' faces are abundant.  The ocean breeze floats through the open front and takes your breath away, making me feel invincible...and YOUNG! If you know me...then you know I'm talkin' about the OD Pavilion.

I've lived, loved and played in Ocean Drive for many years.  I've witnessed the end of The Barrel, The Pad and Fat Jacks...places where I cut my teeth on the love and lifestyle that brought me to settle down here.  My heart is heavy that I may have to witness the end of this last place I call home.    

Winter months I crawl through the days with the anticipation for the opening of the ODP in early Spring.  It's open...but not the same.  I have wonderful memories of nights spent in the open air, dancin' away without a care in the world.  The BEST music ever and the BEST folks inside dancin', laughin' and forgettin' our daily trials and tribulations.  The old gal was rockin' mornin', noon and night. 

Best hot dogs, burgers and fries on the beach.  And, the coldest beer!  In the early days the jukebox was never quiet.  Fas' dancin' music was blarin' out over the sand dunes and cool kids would step inside and cut some steps before goin' back to catch some rays...takin' somethin' good to eat and somethin' cold to drink back out with 'em.  The sounds of skee ball and little kids laughin' and playin' in the arcade would always bring a smile.  Sometimes the little ones would saunter out onto the old dancefloor and entertain the regulars trying to copy the dance they were seein'.

The ODP finally opened up this year with a new dancefloor and new faces working the bar.  More folks sit outside rather than inside where the action is supposed to happen.   At this time she's only scheduled to be open on Friday, Saturday and Sunday afternoons...and sits closed, dark and silent at night.  

She used to be the best juke joint for many miles up and down the east coast.  You knew your bartenders and there was always a manager on the floor smilin' and makin' sure a good time was had by all.  The bartenders knew your name and they knew what you drank.  Your drink or beer was either bein' made or sittin' on the bar waitin' for you before you bellied up.  The smell of red hot dogs and greasy french fries filled the air and folks lined up at the Sunset Grill for somethin' to chow down on. 

Yep..the old ways were the best ways for me.  I miss my hot dogs...I miss my bartenders...and I miss the spontaneity of someone sayin'.."hey, let's go down to the pavilion" and always findin' it open....day or night. 

Anyhoo, it's still open.  There's still great DJs with good boogie music.  There's still cold drinks and smilin' faces.  It's up to us to keep it goin'.  That's gonna be hard because the crowds only show up on Sunday.  Yep...changes are not always easy.  But until the doors shut for good look for me at the ODP.  I'll support the changes and try to understand the reasoning behind them.  Just give me some great music and eager dance partners.  I'll survive.  I'm not going to get old.  I'm going to always be young, foolish and happy.  That's what Joe Pope told me back in the 60's and I want to believe it's true.  Changes are hard..but I'm willin' to make the effort if it keeps the ol' girl open.  Will you?

 Worst case scenario...me and the kids will just have to enjoy dancin' at home...Put the music on, BayBay!

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I'M HAVING WITHDRAWAL SYMPTOMS!

Vacation holiday only two weeks gone and I'm havin' withdrawal symptoms!  In my younger days I could hit the island 3 or 4 times a year but now in my old age I can't seem to make enough money to make it but once a year.  That once a year trip gets me through the rest of the mundane weeks of my life.  Keeps me from slappin' some folks...when I think "only so many more weeks and I'll be on the island where all my troubles and worries wash away".

I usually go and come back in late winter, comin' home knowing the winter is almost over and spring is around the corner.  Spring for me is the excitement of the OD Pavilion openin' back up.

Although it's a fact that the ODP will be open, the fact that there's no date set has taken away the anticipation of good times to look forward to.  An open air pavilion with my kinda music and lots of dancin' to sweat the afternoons away.  Wow..I usually count the days off on my calendar...but my calendar sits before me as a blank slate.  So...back to the island my little mind goes.

This year was an especially good holiday.  Only four gals in a wonderful house on the Caribbean side of Eleuthera.  The crystal blue waters and gentle lapping of the currents cleared my head and filled my heart with good things to come.  90% of our time was spent at the house either sittin' under the palapa by the water or on the screened in porch at night.  There wasn't another house in sight..no carlights passing by...no sirens blarin' in the distance...Just peace and quiet....And the beauty of the island.

We made plans to eat out at the local joints and eat the local fare.  No cookin', no cleanin' up, no endless trips to the grocery store.  We stocked up on necessities (booze, coffee, bread and sandwich makin's) and settled in.  We all packed way too many clothes as we mostly wore our bathing suits, cover ups, muumuus and jammies.

Eleuthera is an island of simplicity.  Felt like we were the only tourists there.  No cruise ships in the harbour...only a few sailboats docked for a good night's sleep.  No jet skis roarin' by or boats full of sightseers...Just an occasional boat with a local out to catch some lobster for dinner.

Mannnnnnn....Today I'm wishin' I was right back on that island.  It's truly my heaven on earth.  I dream of sellin' out, packin' up and movin' across the water to spend my golden years where my heart is.  Never hurts to dream.  Without dreams there's nothin' to look forward to.  Everybody has their dreams...and mine is to be an island girl (or old lady) and live a simple life on an island I love.

Yes...I'm simpler than most and there's no doubt in my mind I could survive the island life.  One bedroom shack..no problem.  Waitin' on the supply ship for food that's not grown on the island...no problem.  No car...no problem.   No internet...no problem.  The local people that I've met or run in to on these trips have been nothing but friendly and eager to share their smiles and hospitality.

I dream of sellin' seashells to the few tourists who come over.  I might could get a two bedroom house and rent out a room!  I might snag me a good man and live out the rest of my life on the island with nothin' more to do than spend my mornin's in the water and hit the juke joint bars in the afternoon.   

  Wait!  I'm dreamin' again!  The ODP will be open in no time and I'll be in my second heaven until the fall.  Then it'll be time to beat the winter doldrums and look forward to my next holiday in Eleuthera.

Two loves have I. Withdrawal is tough!  

I'm in limbo right now...Just gonna dance it off!

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ELEUTHERA - ISLAND OF FRIENDLY PEOPLE

Ahhhhh, Eleuthera.  An island paradise free from the hustle and bustle of tourists and cruise ships.  Eleuthera means freedom, and for me that means freedom to relax and unwind.  One of the Bahamian out islands, it ain't easy to get to from North Myrtle Beach, SC.  

The island is 110 miles long and consists of 200 square miles.  With the pink sand beaches of the Atlantic on one side and the crystal blue water of the Caribbean on the other side most rides down the one main road will have beautiful views of both.  It's narrow and the main road is full of potholes.  A car, preferably 4 wheel drive, is a must.  You won't see golf carts full of tourists anywhere.  Most of the vacation rentals and secondhttps://www.caribjournal.com/2019/10/23/eleuthera-bahamas-destination/?utm_source=Caribbean+Journal&utm_campaign=ceb03e6db9-CJ_COPY_01&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_ea4e1e4090-ceb03e6db9-189788201another house in sight.  Don't worry...Be happy...Eleuthera is a VERY safe and friendly island.

There are three airports, but don't think for one minute that this means it's a metropolis.  Located one on each end and one in the middle your arrival will 90% of the time be by puddle jumper from Nassau.  The airports are rural and the landing brakes on the runway will give you whiplash if you're not prepared.

Once you arrive in Nassau you're on "island time".  Only a 20 minute flight, your puddle jumper to Eleuthera might be on time or as much as an hour late...so plan a decent layover in Nassau, have a pina colada or two and relax.  Your plane to Paradise will arrive shortly...or not.  No need to get your panties in a ruffle...You're here to chill.  Start getting in chill mode when you see the good 'ol USA fade away out the plane window.

One of my favorite tips would be to get a window seat on your plane.  You'll know you're getting close to Paradise when folks start leaning towards the windows to see the beautiful blue waters and scattered islands below.  Inhale...Exhale...and RELAX...You're almost there to escape the hustle and bustle of work and the city.

Before you can sit back and enjoy the island you'll have to pick up your rental car (don't forget to drive on the left!) and find a grocery store to stock up.  Most of the folks you rent from will refer you to someone who rents cars.  There is NO AVIS OR HERTZ on the island. You'll probably arrive on a Saturday and most of the grocery stores are either closed on Sunday or have very limited hours.  The locals like their island time, too!  Prepare before you come and get familiar with the area of Eleuthera where you'll be staying.  My first trip, many years ago, we stayed on a small cay between Eleuthera and Harbour Island. We were directed to the Pigly Wigly for grocery shopping.  Didn't know if it was just misspelled or trying to lure you in thinking it was a Piggly Wiggly.  Sounded like it would be a nice place. Wrong. Dirt floors, no windows or doors, with dogs and chickens running around.  I found out quickly that fresh meat was shipped in on Thursdays and gone by Friday.  We got there on a Saturday.  Happy to say that time has improved the shopping experience, but don't get excited.  You'll go back in time to the old country store days.  Fresh meat and supplies are now shipped in on Tuesdays...and there are more grocery stores so they don't sell out quickly.   Don't be rude or pass out when you see the prices and selection!  Most of the locals eat their catch of the day and what comes out of their gardens.  You won't see a lot of name brands and what you do see will be in the smaller packaging.  Hold on to your hats...This last trip a jar of Jif Peanut Butter was $14.75.  I took my jar with me in my luggage.  You learn to take anything you can't do without or will go into vapors at the prices.

Now, it's time to find your house or villa.  Get those bags unpacked and get out on your back deck...Or better yet, grab you a chair and get down by the water.  Catch your first magical sunset.  The sunrises and sunsets on the island are FABulous! I would suggest that you have something light picked up from the grocery store and after the sunset hit the sack.  You're gonna want tomorrow to come quickly!

What to do?  Not much of nuttin'.  That's what makes Eleuthera great for me.  There are very few road signs, most of the roads off of Queens Highway (the main road) are dirt and rough.  Breakfast at DaPerk at the harbour..Mmmmm, good.  I could eat there every morning.  Not a fancy place, but delicious gourmet coffee, baked goods, breakfast sandwiches and egg dishes.  Be sure to sit outside and enjoy watching the locals get their day started. DaPerk is easy to miss, as are most of the hot spots on the island.

During the week you may want to cook at home.  I don't. I go to Eleuthera to experience the local flavor(s)...especially food.  However...Thank goodness we're not all alike.  For fresh catch of the day or lobster tails to cook at home (most of the rentals will have a grill) you can go down to the harbour most afternoons around 3 and purchase from the locals as they bring their day's bounty in.  Sometimes you'll see a local on the side of the road with their catch. Don't worry, it's FRESH, and don't worry when you don't see it on ice.  It will all be sold or taken home for supper in no time.  If you talk real sweet they'll even dress it for 'ya.

 Days spent snorkeling, diving, fishing, walking the beautiful beaches..or just sittin' on your butt and watching the dolphins and rays in the crystal clear water.  My kinda Paradise.

Early afternoons search out one of the local juke joint dives for drinks, music, views and good local food.  My favorites are The Deck, LeoRose Bar & Grill and Tippy's.  Tippy's is kinda froo-froo...So I stick with the first two as much as possible.  Just throw a cover-up or shirt on over your bathing suit and ask one of the locals where to find 'em.  Don't be surprised if you are the only one there on arrival. There aren't many tourists on Eleuthera and the locals and ex-pat residents who have chosen this island for their retirement are very good at island time.  They'll eventually show up.  Do you really need a crowd to enjoy yourself?  Not me!

If you want to take a day excursion, jump on the water taxi and shoot over to Harbour Island.  A short 15 minute boat ride this small island is jam packed with history.  Known as "Briland" by it's inhabitants the island is rich in history and property owners.  You'll want to rent a golf cart at it's harbour when you arrive in order to see the whole island.  That won't be hard as it's only 3 1/2 miles long and 1/2 mile wide.  Harbourside is filled with quaint shops and local bars and restaurants.  Oceanside is the pink sand beach that Harbour Island is famous for.  Dunmore Town is the only "town" on the island and is filled with quaint cottages that have survived the elements, built in the 17 and 1800's.  Don't get excited about buying one unless you have a cool million in your pocket.  No paparazzi allowed..... no telling who you might recognize on the island.  This is the playground of the rich and famous...This is where many come to RELAX and escape the harrassment of everyday life in the real world.   You'll see HUGE yachts and sea planes dropping off or picking up visitors or some of the elite homeowners.  For a day trip I recommend starting off at the harbour for a cool drink and lunch of fresh conch salad or another local dish.  Browse the shops and then take off to expore the island.  A stop for drinks at Romora Bay and Valentine's is a must.  Loosen up your purse strings and enjoy.  For island flavor, ask someone to direct you to Tingum Village.  Ma Ruby's cheeseburgers  are responsible for Jimmy Buffett's "Cheeseburger In Paradise".  Don't miss the beautiful beach and ambience at Pink Sands Resort for drinks and if you stay later it's a great place for dinner.

Before you decide where to stop and eat or have a cocktail ride around the island to pick your favorite.  Small island, but many choices from casual to high end.

Here's a quick tour of Harbour Island.

I've stayed on Harbour Island many times, but in the end the island of Eleuthera is where my heart is.  A day trip to Harbour Island is enough for me.

Cruises?  All inclusive resort vacations?  Been there, done that.  Wanna just relax and meet some new folks?  Hop a plane and put your tired butt in the sand on an island.

Ahhhhh...Eleuthera!

It don't get no betta than this!  Just relax!

It makes me wanna dance!

 

Miss BayBay and Mr. Brady had to stay home...but they sure did dance when Mom got home!

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