I’ve had a few weeks back in Grenada after spending a month in Canada. I’m living in a different house (with no number, on a street with no name), which is much closer to the ocean. Although I loved life in the high hills of Grenada, I love even more being able to walk to a nice beach for a daily snorkel or swim.
Although I haven’t published many posts recently about life in Grenada, the discoveries continue (and fodder for posts accumulates). I’ve been in a more reflective period lately – hence my posts on the bad times, the good times and life on the road in general. I’m looking back at the travel blog industry and my accomplishments, and looking forward to new opportunities – which include some new publications I’ll be writing for in the near future.
My reflective phase also pertains to the ongoing recuperation from the accident, which is now more than five months ago. A reader commented recently that they thought for sure the crash would send me scurrying “home”…when in fact it wasn’t even a consideration (due in part to my evolved – or confused – definition of home).
My partner (who is still in a considerable amount of pain) and I are waiting and waiting (and waiting some more) for new developments with the insurance company, as we are entitled to a claim. We are part of the way through the process, but this last lap is the longest, and we are on the starting blocks to spend the summer abroad (to tend to my partner’s medical issues first and foremost) – but we can’t go anywhere until the claims process is further underway. The entire experience (from the crash until now) has been a monumental test in patience – on many levels.
Now as tormented or horrible as that may seem, let’s remember that my agonizing days of enduring patience are taking place on a Caribbean island. Daily walks, ocean swims, and snorkelling are in order, along with the odd wander down to the local marina or bus into town to run errands or make social calls.
I’ve said before that the island pace of life in the Caribbean is great….until you have to get something done. Then it’s agonizing and random; but at least you get to drown your sorrows to the scene of a Caribbean sunset.
Life could be worse!
When my boyfriend got Dengue fever in Thailand a few years ago and I was left to sort out the complicated claim, I learned (often the hard way) how to navigate the difficult process of making an insurance claim. Read this comedy of errors so you are prepared for your own claim…before it happens.