The question I ponder today, is why hasn’t this group of people torn each other to shreds yet? And more to the point, how can they still be smiling, even wrapping their arms around each other? I mean after all, we have been together pretty much 24/7 for the past 30 days (the past 5 of these days have been in one (1) hotel room with two (thankfully two) beds), living out of suitcases, eating 3 meals together, listening to each other crunch peanuts and chips and other loud foods, snore, burp, laugh, whine, and cry. We have been depending on each other for pretty much everything, from companionship to driving directions to who’s got the best interpretation of synchronized swimming. We have watched each other have tantrums and mood swings; most noticeably when one of us is either 1. hungry, 2. trying to drive on the left side of the road amongst honking, swearing, middle-finger-giving Trinidadian drivers, or 3. when the hot water tank is spilling out through the kitchen ceiling onto the floor of our new home. We have put up (not so patiently at times) with various addictions within the group, whether they be to electronics, coffee, polly pockets, MAS, blogging, overly refined sugar combined with a fear of confined spaces, or red dye #2. So why are we still looking so darn happy to be together?
sillouettes so that we can’t
see each other’s flaws?
Could it be that 3 weeks ago we didn’t even know that a place as beautiful as Macquaripe Bay or Chaguaramas Boardwalk even existed? And now here we are, witnessing the colors, the sounds, the sights, first hand, just like that?
What ever the reason, the truth remains, that we are all here, in one piece. No one has committed any bodily harm against each other (at least nothing reportable), we are all still speaking to each other (most of the time), and we are all still in awe of the newness and beauty around and within us. Here we are, looking across the bay, the sighting of Venezuela on the horizon and thoughts of kalalu soup for dinner drowning out the sound of potato chips crunching or anyone whining.