Aruba…
I picked it up from the table, a license plate from Aruba circa 1998 and found myself transported back to 2003 standing in myDarlin’ Robert Kenui Pope's apartment. In the kitchen drawer was an envelope of photos, of the tropics and a scooter…. No selfies back in the day. Curiosity got the best of me and I asked him how this came to be. He had been awarded manager of the year, and the prize was a vacation for two at one of their properties. But yet there was no one in the photos….
Recovering from a failed relationship, he traveled alone… and a part of me felt sad for him. And he told me stories of reading books on the beach, renting a scooter and exploring the island, and getting to know the sushi chef very well as he ate sashimi every night. And in retrospect, this time allowed him to reflect on his life and recharge, for little did he know then that he was in for a whirlwind of love, music and fun in just a couple of months.
And we talked of Aruba being on our bucket list. And we would ride scooters, take photographs, sit at the sushi bar, play in the clear waters of the ocean, get sand in our toes and our hair (well, maybe just my hair), listen to the steel drum bands and end every day in each other’s arms.
I am grateful today for the dreams of tomorrow that we had yesterday. And who knows? Maybe I’ll travel to Aruba, spend my time writing on the beach, taking a scooter around the island to take photographs of tropical flowers and sit at the sushi bar every night. Only time will tell…..
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