About two weeks ago, I spent a week in Mexico, partially in Isla Mujeres, partially in Cancun. While I found myself thankful to be in a place like Cancun, where I was spoiled rotten and capable to overstuff myself whenever I saw fit (which I did, a lot), I was drawn more to Isla Mujeres, a less visited island off of the coast of the Cancun area.
I was reminded how spectacular the island life can be. It's no secret to those who know me that I love the ideals of the island life, celebrating with island-inspired shirts each Friday (Hawaiian shirt Friday to many). Sure, this island had found business in tourism and took advantage of it, but I found the best places were always near the roads less traveled by. I regained an appreciation for the life led by the ocean breeze.
It's no wonder why many sing songs about the island life. Jimmy Buffett has made an entire career out of it. I wrote a paper this past semester about the good life, and discussed the Jimmy Buffett lifestyle, calling it an illusion. While this is probably true, it's an illusion that I could certainly continue believing is the truth.
What is about eating fries and a burger in or near a cruddy shack looking onto the beach and the ocean that just seems so right? There is such a serenity in it all and for once, we can relish in the knowledge that we are far from troubles of the world. It's incredibly tempting, to consider yourself a silver spooned Robinson Carusoe and live on as a carefree, sun-tanned water floater. Why not give in? Sure, it's not economically stable and may lead to cutting off important loved ones in your life, but who cares because nothing's going to bother you but the need for sunscreen and water. A nice pair of cheap sunglasses, maybe a hat, and a bathing suit. You're set to go. Is it the salt in the air that makes the burger taste that much better? Maybe you could wet a line and do some of your own cooking for a change. But you could rest in the knowledge that it was possibly the most productive thing you'd done that day. And when the sun begins to go, you can return to wherever it is you lay your head to rest. The buyers on House Hunter International don't seem all that crazy once you put it all into perspective. You think they just may have the right idea.
But alas, this illusion sets just as the sun does. But, if you've never experienced this sort of escape, do yourself a favor and give in to the call of the waves. It's telling you that you deserve it, just for a little while. Wash up somewhere and see what Buffett was talking about.
