As we exited the plane, the warm, humid breeze welcomed us to the Turks and Caicos in a way that only topical weather can. The afternoon sun emanated warmth as we crossed the tarmac. It was a much-needed welcome after a grueling 2 and half hour delay on the tarmac in blizzard-ridden Toronto. However, every thought of the cold, the stress of school and the length of our travels disappeared, as we were welcomed with hugs, kisses, tears, welcome signs and what used to be a full 6 pack of Turks Head lager.
There is nothing quite like it, the transition from the hustle and bustle, and the stress of university life to the relaxation and tranquility of being in paradise. The rum tastes better, the fish is fresher, the sun is warmer and family is finally together. I write this as we prepare to set off from the Turks, our next port of call, the well familiar Virgin Islands. Though the stark difference between the ever connected, wired world that we live in and the excitement of the next chapter of your novel or a fish on the end of a line as we cruise through the crystal clear waters of the Turks Bank is unfathomable, I can only wish that everyone has the opportunity to feel the happiness that we all feel onboard Windancer IV. Together, happy, tipsy, and finally home. Signing off for now, your pasty and trusted deckhand, Connor