Apr
25
i’m home
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Well, after an entire day of traveling . . . we’re back in the good ‘ole U.S.A. I’ve not been shocked at what I’ve experienced, but have certainly noticed a few things. My first comment comparing the U.S. to my experience on Saba was in the Miami airport. We purchased some food at a little stand. I got a club sandwich. It was pretty reasonable in price and was HUGE. I had a hard time getting my mouth around it for a bite. My first comment? “Welcome to the U.S.” I didn’t see a sandwich that large my entire time on Saba.
My second comment came during our drive from the DFW airport. One lane is the width of the road on Saba. Yes, in the U.S. a car has that space all to itself. In Saba, that same space is shared by two cars traveling in opposite directions with a rock wall on either side that will tear up your car. Then, on further comparison of roads here and there, the tiny roads I thought we had in the development from which we moved felt incredibly wide.
Last night, when we laid down to go to sleep, I mentioned to Emily, “I miss the tree frogs . . . and the wind . . . and the sound of the ocean.” Sounds I have grown to love . . . sounds which lulled me to sleep each night. Exhaustion finally took over and I fell into a deep slumber, until Hannah woke me up in the morning.
This morning, I took my dogs out and decided to walk around a bit. One word. NOISE! It is so noisy here in suburbia. Saba has a peace and quiet for which I long.
I knew things were going to be different. I figured once I got back here, I’d just get back in the swing of things, but as I have a direct comparison . . . the differences are, for the time being, quite noticeable.
Apr
17
Emily and I were sitting around this morning talking about how we feel like we’ve really had our time on Saba when our neighbor called me outside to our patio. My eyes were immediately drawn to the railing . . . something that in the two plus years we’ve lived here, I had never seen on our patio.
I told my neighbor I was thought it was probably hunting for geckos. There is a light next to where it was perched where the geckos congregate to hunt for bugs. All I gotta say, is that it’s one smart snake. Not two seconds after I said what I was thinking, a gecko ran from the top of the railing down to the light and in the blink of an eye . . . it was securely in the clutches of our new little friend.
The snake originally grabbed the gecko by the side, then it inched it’s mouth around to the head and gulped it down. You can see the gecko is still trying to hang on with one of it’s back legs.
Mmm . . . all done! Certainly not something you see every day. (I seem to be experiencing a lot of that lately.)
Apr
11
not something you see every day
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What do you do when you’ve lived in the Caribbean for nearly two and a half years and your time has a definite end date? Mine happens to be April 24, 2008. Actually, I don’t know if I can really count the 24th as we will be traveling the balance of that day. So really, my last real day in the Caribbean is April 23, 2008. So, what do you do? I’ll let you know.
Today, I saw something that you don’t see every day. Actually, I have to admit . . . I’ve never seen this before. A few times as I’ve lived here and have been sitting on my patio, I’ve seen something on the horizon that I haven’t immediately recognized. Today was one of those days . . . and since we’ve sold everything in our house in preparation for our move I couldn’t grab our binoculars to get a closer look at the UFO (unidentified floating object). As it got a little closer, I realized what it was. Here’s a picture.
An oil drilling platform was being towed by two tug boats. Just another aspect I’m going to miss about living in the Caribbean . . . random things float past our house on a daily basis. I’ve really enjoyed it here!
Apr
5
We gave up our transportation today. Those who have visited may have fond memories of our 1995 Daihatsu Cuore. Cuore, you ask? Oh yeah, it’s not one of those cars you’d find in the U.S. as an accident with a bicycle would leave the driver of the CAR in really bad shape! Fortunately we rarely go over 20 mph on this island and since there really isn’t any cross-traffic, the risk of getting “T-boned” is quite minimal. The only thing I can think of that would do similar damage would be a boulder rolling down the mountain and smashing the side of the car . . . another incident that would most likely render the driver of the car . . . well . . . dead!
We had anticipated making contact sometime today with the buyer of our car as today was the day we told her we would be able to part with it. However, on the first of April, we realized our Saba phone had been disconnected. We called the phone company with our Vonage phone (as they hadn’t cut off the internet) and they explained that all the students leaving the island for good have their phones cut off so there isn’t an outstanding bill after they leave. I understand the reasoning, but it would have been nice to have a little warning. So, since our phone was disconnected, I had to track down contact our buyer in person. I remember her telling me she worked at a certain restaurant. I dropped by the restaurant, but they had a hand written sign in the window that said, “Closed for lunch.” This is something that is commonly done on Saba. If they don’t feel like opening up . . . they don’t. I then recalled she said she lived in The Bottom in a certain area. I parked the car and started walking around the neighborhood. I saw a woman, and asked her if she knew where my buyer lived. She told me where I could find this person and I found my buyer. She asked me, “How did you know where I lived?”
I kind of chuckled and said, “Did you forget what island we’re on?”
She got the cash, and I handed her the key. Done deal!
Now, I had a bit of a dilemma. I was in The Bottom and had to get to Lower Hells Gate . . . WITH NO CAR! I wasn’t really in the mood for the 1.5 hour hike to get home so . . . I started hitchhiking. Yup, no less than 30 seconds after my thumb first flew I was standing in the back of a pickup truck with a couple Rasta guys. That’s the way people ride in trucks around here . . . standing . . . in the back.
I think I’ll get along alright without the car, but I do feel bad for Emily. I’ve got the bus to take me to school and back when I need to go, but she’s got to rely on hitchhiking (with a toddler and pregnant belly) or her friends to get her out of the house. Independence is certainly a wonderful thing . . . but I’d consider letting it slide a bit to keep my view indefinitely.
Mar
31
i finally have an ally!
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There was actually a time a little over a year ago I jokingly threatened Emily to take her blog off the internet because she wasn’t using it very often. I’m totally pathetic. I’ve obviously been less than consistent with mine, but seriously . . . I’m going to do better. Just the other day, Emily flicked my little statement back in my face . . . “Do you want me to take down your blog? You don’t seem to be using it very much.” I guess I deserved that.
We visited St. Maarten this past weekend. The primary reason for our visit was to visit the doctor to get an ultrasound on Emily’s pregnant belly. Emily had been looking forward to this little “get away” for quite sometime. I could tell she was excited by the way she kept describing how cute Hannah would be swimming in the ocean on a beach that didn’t have an 80 foot, rock-dropping, cliff overshadowing your every move like the Saba beach. Granted, the sand was quite a bit softer than the sand found on Saba, but I love our little here-it-is now-it’s-not beach. I think the coastline of Saba is one of the reasons it can truthfully be called the “Unspoiled Queen” of the Caribbean. Who plans a vacation to an island that may or may not have a beach? Not many!
We visited the doctor and he asked what we thought we were having. When Emily was pregnant with Hannah, she started calling her a girl well before we found out. I told her I didn’t want our little kid to get a complex if it turned out to be a boy, so I called it a boy. I was wrong. Once again, Emily demonstrated how connected she is with our child and started calling this kid a boy well before we found out . . . and once again, I wanted to add a little balance to our relationship. I called it a girl. I was wrong. Maybe I’ll listen to her next time . . . then again . . .
As Dr. Tjon moved the ultrasound probe to the other side of Emily’s belly he said, “Let’s see which one of you is right.” It was the most clear ultrasound picture I think I have ever seen. We could have grabbed the guy that was stumbling in front of the hospital to read the ultrasound . . . it was unmistakable!
Just like with Hannah, I’m excited to meet this kid, and just like Emily, I don’t think I know what to do with a little boy. You see, I’ve been swimming in a sea of estrogen my entire life. Let me explain. In my family growing up, there were two boys, three girls, then me at the end. My closest brother was 12 years older than me, so you can see there was a lot of estrogen surrounding me. Then, I got married and there was balance between the hormones. The balance was short lived as we added a dog to our family . . . a female dog. A short while later we added another female dog. I was losing this battle, and quickly. We then moved to Texas to open a wedding gown store. Um, can anyone say estrogen? Loads and loads of estrogen!!! If that wasn’t enough, Emily’s sister moved in with us. Then, her friend also moved in. Let’s pause and recap. On Team Testosterone . . . me. On Team Estrogen . . . Emily, Kyaha the dog, Paris the dog, Charmain the sister-in-law, Stephanie the sister-in-law’s friend, and ALL THOSE BRIDES (oh, and their mothers, grandmothers, bridesmaids, and other girlfriends). Yeah, I was truly losing the battle. Well, Stephanie moved out, then Charmain, then we got out of our wedding gown shop. The tide was starting to shift in my favor. Of course, that couldn’t last too long. After nine years of marriage we finally got a bun in the oven . . . it turned out to be a girl! I was certainly not disappointed in the least. Hannah has been and is the greatest blessing in my life next to my sweet, darling, sassy wife. I’m amazed at how much she has added to my life. However, in terms of my lifelong battle to even out the hormones in my life, it was just another nail in the coffin.
By the way, if you’ve ever wondered what specialty I’m going to pursue in medicine . . . it will NOT (can I make that any bigger?) be OB/GYN!
I finally have some help on the way to balance the hormones in the Lesher house!
Mar
13
mmm . . . i’m gonna miss the view
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As my time on Saba draws to a close, people keep telling me to enjoy the time I have left. I understand what they’re saying. Many, if not most, students who come to this island to study medicine view Saba like a prison . . . something akin to Alcatraz. Now, if I were in San Francisco Bay, on Alcatraz island, locked in a cell . . . I’d be counting my days to get off. I do admit, I am counting the days a bit, but it’s not with excitement to get off this “rock”. I am excited for a few things back in the States, but for the most part I’m going to miss everything about this island . . . well not everything.
Emily wrote a post about things she’s going to miss and things she’s not going to miss. Here’s my list.
Things I won’t miss:
- The so called “fast” internet they have on Saba
- Not being able to buy fruit & vegetables every day I go to the store (only once a week – if you make it to the store before everyone else)
- Sitting in a classroom all day long, with the storm shudders closed, freezing cold air conditioning blasting, sitting in a seat built for a high school student
- Not being able to see my family with a greater frequency
Things I will miss:
- The view
- The warm weather
- The view
- Sitting on my patio watching the sky (and it’s reflection in the ocean) change a million different colors as the sun goes down
- The view
- Sitting on my patio at night under a cloudless star-filled sky – truly it’s AMAZING
- The view
- The quietness of this island
- The view
- The calmness of this island
- The view
- The fact that it takes 20 minutes to drive from one end of the island to the other
- The view
- The fact that there is no traffic whatsoever (unless you count getting stuck in Windwardside for 30 seconds while everybody figures out who gets to go first at the corner by Big Rock)
- The view
- Watching the sun rise over the ocean and then being able to go to Wells Bay later that day and see it set on the ocean
- The view
- Really, there are just too many things to list – I could go on and on
- I hate to be cliché, but did I mention, the view is INCREDIBLE?!
So, I love this island and feel, as my time grows to a close, I’ve really taken advantage of pretty much every day I’ve been here. I don’t think one day has passed that I haven’t paused for a moment to appreciate THE VIEW!!! I do have to say, though, that what I treasure most about this island is the perspective it has taught me about life and family. This will have to be another post by itself, but Saba has taught me what is most important in life and how to appreciate it.
That’s St. Barths on the horizon . . . yeah, I’m gonna miss that view!