Turks and Caicos

Coming soon…but here is a bit for now:

Turks and Caicos felt like any other trip solo trip I had planned – I decided where I was going by researching my options thoroughly, I booked my flights after a few days of keeping an eye on fluctuating prices, and then I told my husband after I had already spent the money on tickets (rude), who always responded calmly, “that sounds like fun, let me know the dates you are thinking about,”. Then, I waited a few days and pretended I hadn’t already booked the trip, and I told him my itinerary, and then I excitedly awaited my adventure away to reset and relax – to rejuvenate in the solitude I would find like the true introvert that I am.

I picked Turks and Caicos based on proximity only – I didn’t have a lot of time off between work trips to Costa Rica and Mexico that were happening in the same year, and I didn’t want to fly too far away from Virginia to require an adjustment to a time difference or deal with jet lag. This trip would just be four days, a shorter one than I was accustomed to planning. Maybe for that reason, it was also one in which I seemed to have forgotten my personal rules of behavior whenever out of the country without a trusted partner.

Here are the rules I broke in Turks and Caicos:

Rule #1: Don’t get drunk in public.

Rule #2: Definitely don’t drink/ get drunk with locals or other travelers.

Rule #4: Listen to the locals.

Rule #3: Don’t try to make friends.