Trip to Turks and Caicos in September

The weekend after Rosa's birthday, I was off on a solo trip to Turks and Caicos for eight days at an all-inclusive resort.

Up until approximately two weeks before I left, I had hemmed and hawed about where to go. I contemplated Berlin, Spain, Hungary and Slovakia. I really wanted to go to Hungary and Slovakia to meet our relatives there and see the village where our family comes from. I also wanted to see the beautiful cities of Budapest and Kosice and to experience the culture. However, I realized in the end that it would be too expensive for me to do at that time.

Scrambling to find some place to go, I happened upon Turks and Caicos. The reviews of the resort were excellent and the photos of the islands were gorgeous. And the price was right because of one slight detail. Hurricane season. I decided to risk it and bookmarked weather.com to see what hurricanes were brewing. Right before I left, Earl, F, G and H were all headed for Turks and Caicos and then up to NYC. Luckily I got out of NYC just in time and Earl only grazed the islands and the others went in different directions.

As soon as I got off the plane, the fun started. In the shuttle to the resort, I met my vacation partner in crime, Susan, and we were inseparable for the next five days. We learned how to scuba dive, bought rafts and floated in the water, rode horses in the water, tried out the trapeze and learned how to sail.


After a long day of playing, we would have dinner and then go to the club at night. We met new people each night and formed little cliques. Each day new people would be coming into the resort, so there was always the chance to meet someone new. The first night at dinner by the pool, we met a group of people from Montreal, New York, LA and AZ.

Later, there was a fashion show that was created in order to entice you to buy clothes at the boutique and this line dancing thing called "Crazy Signs," where people would follow steps to certain popular dance songs. It was strange, but everyone seemed to love it.

Once Crazy Signs was over, the area turned into an open air dance party that went on late into the night. That's where I officially met Tony. Susan sat with him on the plane ride over and made sure that our shuttle bus waited for him, so they had been friends from the start.

While we were horseback riding, Susan and I got giant conch shells from the beach as souvenirs. Mine had a lizard in it and was quite smelly. I rinsed it and left it in the sun for a few days to try to get the smell out. It didn't work. Tony took it back to AZ and then sent it to me with some pictures that we took on the beach.

When I opened the package, the smell was overpowering. I soaked the shell in bleach and scrubbed the outside of it, but it was still stinky. After some research on the internet, I realized that there were probably parts of the animal left in there, specifically the liver. I managed to pry out the liver with a chopstick and it plopped into the bleach water. I let it dry out on the fire escape for a day. Mission accomplished!

It was just what I needed as I didn't have to think about anything and I met some of the nicest people I've met in a long time. Tony already came to visit me and Susan is coming next weekend. I didn't think I was the resort type of person, but this trip was really perfect.