A New Yorker’s weekend visit to a small Bahamian Out Island becomes an eighteen-year sojurn of romance, humor, and challenge.
Across the two-mile stretch of the pristine water of the harbor, sat the jewel that is Harbour Island. It was hilly with an array of houses and quaint cottages clustered along the waterfront, painted in bright pastel colors with contrasting shutters, with a profusion of white roofs gleaming in the sunlight. As the small ferry drew closer, an unexpected feeling came over me. Could this be where I was meant to be?