When I was younger I had always fantasized about what the dream life would be. In my mind it was an island with warm water, clean barreling waves, coconuts and beach bonfires.
Chris and I found this paradise in the Seychelles and we have loved the moments we have spent in gorgeous heat beneath the palm trees and in the sea.
Time has less relevance there than it does back home and there is a beauty to the quiet and the isolation, an importance to an extended period of time where the normal concerns of life, somehow, don't seem to reach you.
Days are spent diving, snorkling, fishing and reading, with a surf or two thrown in when the swell hits the pristine coral reefs at the correct angle and the wind twists along the face of the oceans waves, holding her up and dancing with her as they move.
Sea glass and shells are the abundant treasures of the white beaches and stubbed toes from walking into buried coral are a small price to pay for such beauties. Fairy Terns often come and say hello, fluttering inquisitivly above your head when you stop to give them attention.
Evening's meant watching the sunset while fishing off the dock or drinking G&Ts in the sand. Chris taught me to fish...well more accurately I would cast and reel one in when it bit and he would do the taking the fish off the hook part. Learning to do the filleting and scaling was an interesting experience and extremely useful although a bit more work on the technique is definitely in order. While I struggled and continue to struggle with the methods of cooking fish, the locals on the island had it down to a science. John, a lovely man from India, made the most delicious fish samoosas, among other things, one Sunday afternoon and invited us over for lunch.
Homemade chapati, chicken curry, lemonade, chilli prawn sauce and a stunning fresh relish that he made with vegetables from his garden were a few dishes that brought the tastes and smells of India to his home.