March 7th, 2014
Rushing to write a little here after three long weeks off the blog. I have been traveling again, although this time back to the sunny-friendly island of St Martin in the Caribbean. It’s an annual pilgrimage of the mind and body, and highly recommended for all Canadians who are dreaming of better climes. There is nothing sweeter than getting off an Air Canada jet in the middle of the sultry tropics—in February.
Friends and colleagues love to say –“keep your cell l phone at home” or “don’t bother checking in: just go and relax.” Honestly, I don’t know what they are talking about. How is it possible to turn off the world for any longer than a week? I can’t, and never will. The thought of returning home after a couple of weeks away without ever having checked in with the office or answered emails just gives me a headache. The sheer anxiety of not paying attention would destroy my vacation. Besides, there is something oddly comforting about reading emails of home on a white-hot sandy beach. I wasn’t the only one. Vacation spots now carry through the air the familiar ringtones of vibrating mobiles and the familiar pings of incoming mail. There’s no shame in it. One simply must keep up.
Speaking of which, it’s just too busy a week of catch-up to say more for now. My metabolism hasn’t quite kicked into northern Canadian mode, and I am not over the shock of the deep freeze.