It is my birthday today. I know, it is the 1st of April. Trust me, as the years have stacked up I have heard every single April fool’s joke you can think of. Many of them adapted to make me the targeted fool. This year, the fool is celebrating with friends at a perfect place for making an aging man feel young. In Florida.
I have always made a point of taking a mini-break and go somewhere for my birthday. Not because I think it is a special day in anyway. Just to get away from it all and to avoid unnecessary attention to the fact that I’m a day older than I was yesterday. The day also falls at the time of year when anyone that lives in the far north would welcome a break from a long winter and go south to meet spring at a warmer place. This year is a little different as I went north and pretty much ended up in the same climate that I left back in the Caribbean.
I left Saoirse safely docked at Simpson Bay Marina back in Sint Maarten, flew to Miami, drove a few hours north to Vero Beach, and moved into a house. My first time in an actual house since over a year ago! It is a strange feeling to be able to take a shower without thinking of when I last filled the water tank and just take the car to the shops rather than the dinghy. I have been here a few days but I am still being careful with the water I use when I shower and I find myself aimlessly walking around my temporary accommodation. Just because the space available allows me to. Don’t get me wrong though, I belong on Saoirse and not in a suburban dwelling. Even if this dwelling is located right next to a beach in a fancy neighbourhood, has A/C, a pool, a hot tub and is located in a climate agreeable with an aging sailor.
I will be back onboard Saoirse in a week or so and plan to sail towards the Virgin Islands before I have to think of moving south for the hurricane season. Next year I hope to move west towards the Pacific Ocean. Maybe I will celebrate my next birthday in Panama. In San Blas, Bocas del Torro or even Las Perlas, if I have passed through the canal before. We’ll see. It is nice to have plans written in sand at low tide rather than cast in stone.