It’s what most of us (or at least I) have always dreamed of: Deciding to move to a Caribbean island on a whim and actually following through with it.
There’s someone I admire for countless reasons: Her unwillingness to give up, her warrior soul, her ability to smile even in the hardest situations. She also has the unbreakable spirit of a true and fierce adventuress.
If you haven’t guessed it already I’m talking about my mom (Yes, I decided to publish this before Mother Day’s craze). I could spend hours and hours singing praises to her, but right now I want to focus on a story that proves why ever since I was little everyone I know tells me I have a mom worth admiring.
Now, when she was around 18 or 19 she went with her friends on vacation to the beautiful San Andres and Providencia Islands. Of course, they all fell in love with Providencia and dreamed about being able to live there one day. When the day came to leave, they all packed their bags with sorrow in their heart. All of them except my mom. She was gonna walk the walk and actually stay on the island.
She stayed for a couple of weeks and then went back to Bogota to organize some stuff. Then she went back with no plan except kick ass like she always does.
When she arrived, she walked up to a fisherman and offered to cook his fish in exchange for food. Then, she walked around the island and found a place to live in a small concrete block that was owned by an islander who later became her island mom.
Now that she had food and housing secured, she started inventing ways of making money. She would make paper windmills, jewelry, and desserts and sold them at the airport.
Eventually, she found a job teaching at a local school, one of her friends came to the island to live with her, and she established bonds so strong, that when I went to Providencia in January this year, some 28 years later, people still remembered her with love, and received my sister and me warmly when they recognized who we were.
She lived on the island for around three years, in the course of which she got married and had my sister, which is the reason that my dad and her decided to leave the island, and continue adventures elsewhere.
It is this kind of story, of which there are countless, that make me proud of my mom, and make me want to be more and more like her: fearless, adventurous, and, mostly, free.