29 March 2005: As my arrival plane descended through the clouds, a beautiful vista of blue-green ocean spread out before me. It was awe inspiring. Other people around me seemed nonchalant about it but I was so excited, the adrenaline wiped any fatigue from an hour and a half of sleep. I was excited about flying over the ocean (‘been there, done that’) but to embark on this marvellous adventure to visit the Bahá’ís and other citizens of Bermuda.
The plane settled down on this paradise isle bordered by palm trees and spring weather.
After going through customs, I was greeted by Larry, this warm, jocular Bahá’í with a relaxed persona whose camouflage and style is ‘a regular guy’ that covers a very socially perception intelligence and one very smart person. I stayed with Larry for a week. While there I visited the old historic site of St. George Village and met many people. Bermudians are very courteous and polite. One is expected to greet most people with a polite “Good morning” etc., which I keenly reciprocated. The houses are all, and I really mean ‘all, built of cement and painted in beautiful pastel colours outlined in brilliant white. I easily spoke to people in the parks, at bus stops and on the bus.
- posted by jdesson @ 2:56 p.m.