There are obviously details that I will not get into to preserve the privacy of my husband, and the confidentiality of the companies involved … The disclaimer is done, but I also don’t believe that it – the facts – is minimally interesting for a personal blog, since they are what they are and do not ever change. On the other hand, the emotions that these events trigger and the inner transformation that is stimulated by new experiences and lessons to learn, from my point of view, are much more interesting.

It was during a holiday week in August I met this lost pearl in the Atlantic Ocean, this paradise, which they named Bermuda. My husband was going to meet the people he had be talking to through Skype and also meet the country that could be our home for the next 3 years.

Bermuda has been a love at first sight for me. It began once I went out of the airport, very tired from a long trip, and I came across the most beautiful sea I ever saw on the other side of the road... If the sea was so breath-taking at the airport exit, how would it be at the beaches?

After two years without any vacation, I was excited to find out as much as I could during this week. My senses were awakened. I could smell the wet earth, mixed with the aroma of the plants and the ocean. I could feel it hit my skin and the warm weather involves my body like a mantle of humidity. I could taste the salty sea, hear the birds and even the little breeze passing through the trees. My vision was amused with all the lovely colours, not just the turquoise sea and the pink sand, but the gorgeous flowers, green and red trees, the different birds: blue, yellow and white with a long tail. Even the architecture of the houses and their lovely white roofs. I was fascinated!

My next passion was with the people. Sure there are both good and bad, friendly and unfriendly everywhere in the world. But I found here, per square meter, more nice, friendly and helpful people. People still greet each other in the street and on the bus, easily smiles multiply, and if they see someone look at a map, they will stop the car and ask if you need help or a ride. It is still a tradition to say “good morning” and “good afternoon” to the bus driver, and children and teenagers even give their seat on the bus to the elderly and women.

I also enjoy the few Bermuda historical museums I have time to visit and especial the effort that it’s done to preserve the historical monuments. I became aware that Bermuda is not only beaches and sun, it is so much more; it has history, amazing natural reserve parks and lovely people.

I’m sure not everything was perfect (it can’t be!), but my charm was such that I had to force myself to look at things less good in this country. But I really have to do it if I want to have an unbiased opinion. On the top of my list of bad things was the cost of living – everything was so expensive here! – Also the lack of rides on the road to walk sometimes is annoying and the noise pollution of the cars and bikes on the roads. But I could find much more… at least in a week’s first glance.

But even so, I still was in love with Bermuda…