Sunday, October 21, 2012

Free Time.

Internet is finally back online. It has been down the past few days. Our providers are crooks, but it is nice to feel off the grid sometimes. The sun comes up at 6 ish every morning, and is down by at least 630 every night. St. Thomas is not the type of place where you can just stroll around at night and go looking through shops and things. The city shuts down at sundown, except for bar's and grocery stores. The bar's suck, most of them are filled with dirty old sailors who are just itching for some young squeeze to come up and save them from their misery. For paradise, this place sure has a lot of miserable white people. The local Blacks love it, they are tied to this island, or it could be that the island is tied to them, i am not sure. You can really tell that they love to be here, the island way of life, the driving on the left, the hard days work only to come home and relax, the playing checkers outside the convenience stores.. The whites down here hate it for the most part. I haven't really put my finger on why exactly, they just seem to.

It has been a very interesting week, we have been getting ready for the CEO and other people from corporate to visit us on Tuesday. I am excited, Jake and I are on pace to break the record for Highest ADPT in the books. Our manager is definitely as excited, she is probably the most pessimistic person i have ever met. This island is literally a jail cell for her. She hates it. It is tough going to work sometimes, knowing that your manager hates it here and is going to be a raincloud all day. Jake and I have gotten a lot closer to the local employees in the past month, because they are just way more fun to talk to and hang around.

The other day Charles and I had the day off, so we decided to hit the beach (naturally). We went to lindberg, it is a fun beach. Just pearly white sand, and lounge chairs with beachy shade things all down the waterfront. It was a good day to just chill and soak up some sun, from our hard days work the day before. (Del Sol set some records we hit over 10,000 with three ships and corporate projected a highball guestimate of 6000 for the day, so we CRUSHED it). It was only the second time Charles and i had been to lindberg. There was a pretty cute girl swimming near us who we kind of had our eye on all day. She left a while before us, but by the time we decided to pack up and get over to the showers, she was just getting ready to head off. She seemed super nice, which is not natural for a local to be very outgoing. We said hi and bye and went our separate ways. Once Charles and I got to the car we noticed her walking along the side of the road and runway towards town. We decided we would pick her up and give her a ride. We pulled along side and asked here where she was going, she was going to the exact same place we were. CRAZY she was a little reluctant to get in, but me being the total fruitcake that i am, had already gotten out of the car in the middle of the road, opened my door and said "you get shotgun!" This apparently was pretty convincing, kuz she was instantly on board. We had a short conversation in the car. She is from UTAH! wtf? she is 23, and has been traveling the work for the past 7 years. She asked for our numbers and by that time we were parting our ways at Del Sol. I don't think i belive in destiny, but this shit is just too crazy sometimes. She invited me to the bar tonight to hang out and watch some of her friends play tonight at the bar. I am pretty stoked to learn more about her, I bet she has some intense stories to tell! I wish i felt like typing the whole situation out, but i don't. basically there are way too many similarities between us to not go tonight and learn a little bit more about her life.

Moral of the story. Shit's crazy sometimes, but just go along with it, because you never know who or what you will encounter if you are willing to turn the corner.

I love and miss you all. I cannot wait to go on new adventures when i return.








NEVER STOP BREAKING DOWN THE DOORS

-Kam

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