Spring
Ah spring. Life reawakens and we emerge from our winter.
“What winter?” our northern friends may ask.
I know that many don’t really appreciate the subtleties of our emergence so much, but yes, tropical islanders too might be seen to emerge, sniff the air (hopefully the direction of the wind is away from the dump), stretch our legs and spring into action.
Spring in the Caribbean is so subtle that you have to have a good eye, or nose for it. For one example, the sea warms up a bit. And, um, well, there’s the sea getting warmer.
Oh yes and most of North America changes time zones, and since we don’t, there’s those pesky adjustments to our TV schedules. Ok so really, we only have two seasons in the Cayman Islands; warm and warmer, so back to my topic, Spring.
Spring Break
To quote dearly departed Robin Williams, spring is nature’s way of saying ‘lets party!’ which seems to hold true if you read the headlines in the papers:
- Fort Lauderdale Hit with Spring Break College Students
- Miami Police Faceoff with Wild College Students For Spring Break
In Mexico there was even a travel warning issued for spring break. Luckily, our island is spared from having a lot of young partygoers at this time, which could be due to the cost of hotels here as compared to other places. Paradise can sometimes come with a price.
The Party
Curious, I read on and discovered that college students’ idea of springing into action is hitting the beach for drinking, fighting, partying and twerking.
Twerking?
Drinking, fighting, partying I’m familiar with, but twerking? Upon investigation one learns that twerking is a type of dancing where one thrusts out ones hips and does low squats. At my age if I thrust out my hips there’s a chance they’d stay stuck there. My knees are no longer trustworty, and low squats could (a) cause unfortunate digestive issues, and (b) leave me grounded indefinitely.
I do like a party, but my husband and I now have different ideas of what a party consists of. Food is a big draw. A person can have fun in the kitchen with the addition of a bit of wine while stirring the pot. Sometimes after dinner we even pull out our dominoes and have a rousing game with friends until, say, nine p.m. when the yawns start.
Old age is like everything else. To make a success of it, you have to start young. And so to close, I hope that all the drinking, fighting, partying, twerking teens and twenty-year-old college students enjoy their spring break because if they live long enough they will eventually break from youth, and join our ranks.