This post was originally started in August 2013. I found it in my drafts today and decided to finish and post it. Enjoy!
Grand Cayman is quite the magical little island…
I don’t know how else to really explain it. Things happen here and that’s all I know.
When I came here last year around September is when I met most of the people I still know now. It was amazing to me that I was meeting so many people from so many different cultures around the world. When it was happening I was just awestruck that I was in the presence of so many people who were impressively similar to me in their love of life and adventure I couldn’t really put my finger on it. I’m pretty sure that was literally caught with my jaw down a few times.
When I first met “everybody” I was invited to “Gavin’s Irish Stew” dinner at his house. It was an intimate setting with 15 of his closest friends. I was a tagalong at the time, but I think I knew maybe 2 other people who were coming. I arrived with one of my friends, I met the few who were already there and then greeted the ones who followed in attendance. This is when the awe began… as each guest arrived I began to notice that everyone was from different countries of the world.. This was one of the first times of many to follow where I was the only “yank” in the equation, and you know what, I’m totally fine with that… I invite it actually.
I watched as folks joined the party from South Africa, England, Ireland, Scotland, Mexico, Honduras, Trinidad, Canada, Kenya, the US, and Wales. It was amazing… in the sense that once I realized it I didn’t have words and I kinda just sat back and took it all in. It was my element. This was the reality I like. I may be the “yank” in the sense that I was born in the United States, but I consider myself a citizen of the world and these were my people.
When I returned to Denver after that trip I started to feel like I had more friends in Cayman than I had in the city where I lived. I just instantly clicked with all of those people and it was so easy to get along and be friends. I couldn’t figure it out for the longest time, but then it hit me! In order to leave your comfort zone, move to a totally different country, in most cases not knowing anyone, and integrate well you’ve gotta have an outgoing personality or you’re not gonna make it. And also in a situation like that where everyone is from somewhere else you start out with already having something in common, you’re not from there. That was it! With a passion for travel, culture, and people I was right at home.
As life would have it, since then some have moved on and left the island and others have arrived. I am one of the arrivals. A few months after that trip to Cayman in September, I returned again to visit my new friends. It was on that trip that I met my best friend! He recently became my husband, and now there are 2 Yanks at the table.