Act II: Re/Locating

It’s time. I’m back. I have some idea of what’s going on. Hold on to your hats, folks.

After about a month of time in the states, with different types of family on either coast, I’m back in Nassau. I’m sitting on Kareem’s couch and directly under the fan – it’s sleep-naked kind of weather – waiting for the Independence Day fireworks to start. 41 years ago today the Bahamas were released from being a British colony to a commonwealth. Fittingly, I spent the day dealing with bureaucracy. But first things first:

Happy Independence Day! New government, new crest.
Happy Independence Day! New government, new crest.
Old government, old crest
Old government, old crest

I landed yesterday and got settled and crashed sans-caffeine and sans-sleep. This process was punctuated by a lift from the airport from dear Bryan, a pseudo-curmudgeon Environmental Philosophy professor from COB, and a lengthy lecture at his house about his upcoming research. Bryan has been one of the great gifts of this trip – he’s a master of continental philosophy and truly invested but he often puts me through the ringer. Reedies, think Ben Lazier and Paul Gronke on a good day.

'Bella, artiste, depicts me with dolphins Dolphin and Jumpy, as well as cohort of dragons. I almost cried.
‘Bella, artiste, depicts me with dolphins Dolphin and Jumpy, as well as cohort of dragons. I almost cried.

Bryan and Monique’ hosted me later for dinner, with guest appearances from their daughter Isabella and our surprise judge Margot – you’ve met Margot. She was a traveling partner on the Cat Island adventure, and it was so lovely to see her again and hear about life and work. Isabella made me a gorgeous picture and Monique made a delicious stir fry. Monique is essentially superwoman – she manages food and beverages at Atlantis, and is one of the most genuinely welcoming people I’ve met. It’s thanks to Amelia that I met this lovely folk, and a testament to their kindness that I could have a lovely dinner with them after only a month of friendship. I digress. OOH WAIT FIREWORKS.

Family viewing, cruise ship at right.
Family viewing, cruise ship at right.

Mm. I love the gold ones – it’s like watching someone say goodbye.

Anyways, bureaucracy. So, I performed the ceremonial rituals as decreed: signed stacks of paper anointed with the sweat of a librarian and the blood of a front desk security person, had a luddite carry them to the altar of the secretary’s desk, where the papers were then burned and the ashes used to notarize my forehead while I poured out iced-coffee libations because there are obviously no liquids allowed in any archive.

We meet again you saucy minx.
We meet again you saucy minx.

Nah, it was disturbingly easy today. The lovely Surveyor General gave me some decent material and pointed me in the right direction to another archive, who directed me to another archive, which I need to rent a moped or something to get to ton Friday. I stopped by the National Archive to apologize for not saying goodbye, and in typical fashion Ms. Strong was touched for like a millisecond before asking me whether I had payed my research fees. I had not.

There’s a lot to do in the next five days, and the next month. A lot of writing, a lot of planning, a lot of exercising, I hope. I just want to do it. I can’t wait for Amelia to get back, too! Abaco will be an entirely different adventure.

Love,

Roo

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