Bermuda is absolutely charming. From
the customs official (picture Emily with black hair and coffee colored skin)
who chatted with us about the rain we missed earlier in the day, to the
security guard who directed us to go back past Customs to the restroom because
“This one is out of order, and where are you going? Southampton? That is too
far to wait,” to our landlady who offered to drive us to the grocery store, by
way of the post office to get our bus passes (unlimited bus & ferry for 7
days, $56 – very little more than we paid for the cab ride from the airport),
to the 2 resident dogs.
It rained most of the night. The
downspout into the cistern is outside my bedroom, so it was rather like
sleeping by a rushing brook. All of Bermuda’s fresh water supply is rainwater.
Every house has a specially constructed roof to maximize collection into the
cistern below.
It is clearing now, breezy, high
60’s. The sun is up, but Ellen is not. I am sitting on the couch in my
nightgown with a light shawl, and quite comfortable.
There are limestone “crystal” caves
to explore, a botanical garden, the tallest cast iron lighthouse in the world
(closed fro renovation) and many other things to see and do. Sadly, it may, in
fact, be too cold for swimming, the locals wait for “Bermuda Day” late in May.
Pictures to follow.
BTW I checked home prices on one real estate site: the cheapest was
a 2-bedroom condo for $495,000. So, nice place to visit, but we won't be living
here.
