Tuesday, November 3, 2009

All Work, All The Time

The madness began at 5:30 a.m. on a Wednesday. Before I even left for the airport for my fishing trip, Erica and I staffed a client’s breakfast event that we’d spent months planning. The event was lovely, but before I had time to revel in the success, I was grabbing my suitcase from under the check-in table and running out the door to catch my car to the airport.

Once at Newark, check-in was a breeze and the security line included me, a tiny little white-haired lady and Dennis Rodman. TSA was so excited – OMG, Sheree, look! It’s Dennis Rodman! – that they barely looked at my passport.

Confession: I’ve coordinated three fishing-themed junkets in the past two years and I’ve never so much as thrown a line into the water. I like fishing, I really do, but circumstances always get in the way and I wind up doing everything you can imagine except for fishing.

I may not reel in the fish, but somehow I manage to attract any Bahamian kid who happens to make eye contact with me. We’d stopped at a secluded beach on Grand Bahama Island so the writers could cast into the flats and I thought I’d capitalize on the free time and get my ocean swim on. I was just hooking up the underwater headphones to my goggles when this little guy singled me out and marched right over. Before I knew it, instead of working out, I was carrying him up and down the beach on my back, building drip sandcastles and singing the SpongeBob SquarePants theme while jumping the waves.

My family instilled a fear of flying in me at a young age… so it’s truly remarkable that I now travel as a career - and in planes the size of minivans!

Did you know Andros is said to be the largest uncharted land mass in the Western Hemisphere?

For the first time in all my travels to the islands, I was able to attend a church service. Sunday morning while my journalists were hauling in fish, my client and I visited a local church for some great teaching and worship.

If I didn’t work for The Bahamas, I don’t know what I would do about my insatiable craving for conch. And really, anything made by Bahamians – it’s SO GOOOOD.

After a positively harrowing October filled with spreadsheets, details, schedules, flights, event planning and phone calls, it was a relief to finally take a breath...

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