Goodbye Heat, Hello Surface of the Exact Opposite of the Sun

Honestly, what kind of person leaves Bermuda in November to go back to Toronto... in November?

This kind of girl, that's who. I won't go into detail about my return, but what I will say is this:

a) Toronto, let's DO this!
b) Going from 32 degrees to -4 within three hours was harsh!
c) I'm wearing skirts all winter Canada, if you have a problem, I'll meet you behind the portable at recess

All in all, I had a blast in Bermuda, it was five months well spent. Sure, it could have been longer, but simply put, it wasn't.

Stuff happens, life changes, we learn lessons and we do the best we can with what we've learned. That's what I have done, and I have no regrets.

That said, seeing the following, my favourite pictures from my time in Bermuda, do leave me with a slight feeling of regretting leaving so soon. Not enough to have changed my mind, but, I mean who could look at these and not wish they were there (case and point, it's 6 degrees in Toronto at the moment, and 30 degrees in Bermuda. I'm just saying).

This was my first day in Bermuda. It was a bit overcast, clearly, but who the hell cares?! The place looks like a movie set!

This was my second day, on which I ventured out to Dockyard. I went up to the woman at the ferry dock desk (boy was she pleasant!), and asked where I could go. She didn't care to speak to me, it appeared, and merely pointed to the map on the desk. It might as well have been in a mix of Chinese and Pig Latin spoken by a mute monk, for all I could get out of it. So, I asked for two tokens, and hopped on the next ferry. I had no clue where I was going, which for people who know me well, is odd, because I have this irrational fear of being lost. It would appear as though I have overcome that, what with having moved to a tiny, minuscule dot in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Woot for that!

This is at a man-made beach at Snorkel Park. I don't care if it's man made. If man can make something that beautiful, then kudos to him/her!

This was at the Yacht Club with all of the yachts docked after a long race to Bermuda. Trust me, this was the closest I ever got to it. Fancy just doesn't suit me. Oh, and the bajillion dollars you need to go there, that too was a factor.

Bacon. Egg. Cheese. More bacon. That is all.

We were out on the Sally Bum Bum (yes, you read that correctly), and saw some kids at a summer camp. What fun they must have been having. If I take a moment to recollect my summer camp days, I'm pretty sure they involve a damp sleeping bag, a canvas tent that leaked when you looked at it wrong, and me dropping a toilet brush down an outhouse hole, and being told that I had to go in and get it. Ahhh, summer camp, sure was exactly like I see it in this picture!

Just a beautiful shot from the Sally Bum Bum. I don't want to ruin it for you, it being such a beautiful picture and all, but the dude who rents these things out (and is the el capitano when you're on it) decided that the time that I called to book it again would be a good time to blame me for his knee hurting and then be rude to me on the phone for twenty minutes. Needless to say, he and his bad knee never saw me again.

When I go back to visit, I may try calling him again. Perhaps if I approach the call like this, "Hi there! Firstly, I would like to apologize for your knee. Though I have no clue who you are, I can see why you would think that this ailment that you have is my fault, and was brought on by me calling you, on the telephone, with no weapon, about a boat. I mean, clearly common sense lead you there. I see the error of my ways, and I do apologize. Please, allow me to hand-carve you a set of crutches. All sorted? Good. Alright then, let's talk about that overpriced boat ride!"

I'll just be sure to leave the sarcastic tone out. That's something that I'm good at.

This was the night of a concert in the park. I think it may have been my favourite night in Bermuda. This is absolutely something that I intend to be there for again.

The Crystal Caves. Absolutely insane. Go and see them if you can. Be sure to bring 17 towels to wipe the sweat from your everything.

One of the beaches on the other end of the island. Sweet mother of all things salted, that was a long trip. But, how can you complain, I mean look at this!

This is from my last day at Elbow Beach. I took myself for lunch, had a delicious caprese salad and some bruschetta (it was a tomato extravaganza!). Are there better views that this, folks? I mean aside from the next shot?

I think if I had to visually define Bermuda, this would be exactly it.

How does this colour exist in nature? I literally don't understand.

"Fall" in Bermuda means 34 degrees celsius and these as their plants. Just stunning. Oh, I forgot to mention unfair.

This is a shot of Elbow Beach Resort, looking down from the middle of the hill to the bottom. If the day comes that some man decided that he doesn't mind killing spiders for me for the rest of my life, we will get married here. Oh, he's also have to deal with me being bossy. Because, that's uhh, clearly not going anywhere.

Woodbourne Crescent, I think I'll miss you most of all.

I'll end this post in the classiest way I know how. I shall end it with an end. The rear end of a man. I don't know this man. I walked behind this man from the grocery store on my last day and thought to myself, "Wow. Well done sir!"

Stay classy, Bermuda.