#Cook islands Car Rental

[f1bordeaux]

An Verstappen one with “Did you ever really care about me?” and “Please stay.” Thank you

If You Cared (Part 1) | mv1

It's been years since you've indulged in a vacation. What better time is there than summer? Your family, the beach house in Italy-it seems perfect. But, for things to be just like good old times, your family needs to invite his. So of course you are having mixed feelings as the boy who broke your heart re-enters your life like nothing happened. Warnings: None Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader Word count: 2.1k Poetry style | Story style A/n: Hello! This story came to me as soon as I saw this request. I got so many ideas and I'm actually super excited to keep writing this. There will be more parts to follow, so keep a look out. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! Part One|Part Two|Part Three|Part Four|Part Five

You always longed for the familiarity of summer.

It was by far your favorite season. Something about the warmth, the life, the atmosphere, the memories-something about it all brought you comfort. You were head over heels in love with summer. Or perhaps it was just more exciting this year knowing that you would go on a real vacation for the first time in a long while. “Let’s visit the beach house this year,” your mom had suggested. “Sure there is probably some dust in the corners, but it’s nothing we can't sweep off.”

When thinking of summer memories, the beach house in Elba, Italy, was the primary setting for all of them. From the time you were born until the time you moved out, your family would spend a handful of weeks there, drinking up the sun and inviting friends to visit. You learnt to swim in the pool behind the summer house. You learnt to cook in the kitchen of the summer house. You had your first kiss in the living room of the summer house. Right, that. Something you preferred not to think or talk about.

“Mom!” you wrapped her in a hug the second you could. After moving away from home to pursue work, you rarely saw her in person. You rarely had time to cook yourself dinner let alone come home. It would be nice to get away for a month-just you, your mom, your dad, your brother and sister and the Italian shores of Elba.

“How was your flight, my baby?” She asked, pulling your backpack from off your shoulders.

“Which one? The one from New York to Florence or the one from Florence to Elba?” As a child you always made a fuss about how secluded Elba was. It’s a small, mountainous island off the west coast. A small airport, no larger than the biggest grocery store in town, was all they had to offer. They didn’t take commercial flights from New York. Nope, you had to get on a small, ten person airplane with five other people and fly over that way. It was nostalgic, truly.

Your mom rolled her eyes. “Still dramatic as ever.”

You shrugged, a smile stamped on your face. “What can I say?”

“Let's go, your dad is at home making dinner. It should be ready when we arrive.”

Your heart felt so full, so satisfied. You felt like a child again, like a little girl viewing the world from innocent eyes. Your mom was carrying your backpack, your dad was making dinner. You wondered if they’d offer to tuck you in at night. This is what you needed the most, and you didn’t even realize it until you were in the passenger seat of your mom’s rental car, watching the coast of the island roll by in the dimming sun. New York was busy. It was loud and dirty. Elba was quiet. It was beautiful and clean.

This summer, you told yourself. I’m not going to have a single worry, not a single care in the world.

“The Verstappen’s are coming by next week.”

You almost choked on your food. “What did he just say?” Dinner on the patio was already off to a ravishing start.

You don't notice it-too busy dabbing the corner of your mouth with a napkin-but your mother swatted at your brother who held a smirk on his lips. He knew it would bother you and he also knew that mom hadn’t told you yet. He loved being the bearer of bad news. He loved pestering his older sister.

“You know, Max’s family?” He pushed on. “The boy who left you for cars-”

“Luca.” Your mom cut him off. “Enough.”

Silence hung over the table like it was a light fixture. Your dad and sister said nothing and you knew it was because those two were in favor of the Verstappen’s coming to stay. Hell, your dad was probably the one to extend the invitation. You knew your sister would back him up because she loved Victoria-the younger sibling of the two Verstappen children. Your brother obviously didn’t care. He idolized Max and his racing. It seemed like your mother was the only one on your side.

“Was nobody going to tell me until Max knocked on our front door one day?” You asked, cutting at the food on your plate.

“Max probably won't even be able to make it,” your mother tries to reassure you. “The only ones who have confirmed it are Sophie and Victoria. Ooh-Victoria is bringing the babies so that should be fun-”

“Are you just trying to calm me down, mom?” Again, the silence made itself known. You spoke first, shaking your head with an upside down smile. “You know what? I don’t care. Max or not, I’m here to have a good summer. No childhood crush or-”

“Childhood boyfriend who broke your heart.” Your brother corrected you. You kicked him from under the table, exerting an ouch from him.

“No childhood drama is going to interfere.” You finished.

“She's gone crazy.” Your sister whispered to your dad. You kicked her too.

“I’m going to have a good summer. Nobody will ruin that for me.”

And in the beginning, you did have a good summer. You spent your first full day in Elba catching up on jet lag. When you finally decided to roll out of bed at two pm, you went to the beach with your sister. The two of you had a chance to catch up, sitting on the sand with a small array of fruits to eat while you spoke. The weather was perfect, the ocean was calming, and you were reminded of how much you loved your younger sister.

“What did you do for the big twenty-two?” You asked, referencing her birthday that had preceded about three weeks prior.

She shook her hand, the grapes in her palm shifting. She picked out a bruised one, adding it to a small pile of other undesirable fruits. “Went out with some friends. I had an exam due that day though, so most of it was spent in my room working on that.”

College. Something you tried your hardest to avoid. All was futile, though. After only a few weeks in New York you realized you’d need it. “Sounds fun. Were you mad you had to leave all your friends for the summer?”

“No,” She popped a grape in her mouth. “I was excited to come back to the beach house.”

“Me too.”

“Can I start a conversation without you getting mad at me, y/n?”

You sighed. “If you start by saying that, then no.”

“How are you going to react if Max really does show up on Monday?”

It was your turn to search through the handful of strawberries you had. One strawberry had a large hole. The rest looked fine, you thought. Max. Right, that's where the conversation was. Max Verstappen. Your first crush, your first kiss, your first-boyfriend? Was it ever that? Really, you didn’t know what it was and what it wasn’t. He was Max, and you were y/n. That was all the facts you knew surrounding the two of you.

“I’ll be nice. I have no reason not to be.” You finally responded.

Your sister peeled her sunglasses off her face. She looked at you amusingly through her brow. “No reason? Really?”

A shrug lifted your shoulders. “What? Max and I were never dating.”

“Sixteen-year-old you would say otherwise.”

“Sixteen year old me was delusional.” You looked at the ocean in front of you. You were just a delusional child, right? Max was your first kiss. Max was your biggest crush. Max did break your heart. It’s pretty damn hard to break someone's heart when you’re not together, no? “I don’t care about Max anymore. If he comes, he comes. If he doesn’t? Then so be it. I really don't care, Mia.”

“Alright,” She said dismissively. “I guess we’ll find out.”

The two of you wouldn’t find out for another five days. During your time-waiting for the possible arrival of Max and his mom and sister-you explored the city, you occupied the beaches, you read some books, you went out on the boat with your brother and dad. Life was calm. There were no obligations you had to fill, no tasks at hand, no work to be done. It was you, the Italian sun, the ocean and the breeze. You seriously considered moving there. Mom would let you have the beach house, right? How could she say no to the oldest?

All was good. All was calm.

“Max is here, y/n!” Luca swung open the patio door, yelling at you with a smirk. You were lying on a lounge chair next to your sister-the both of you only wearing swimsuits as you tried to tan. “He’s a fine specimen.”

You picked up your hat from the ground and threw it at your teenage brother. “Fuck off, Luca.”

“I’m serious! Max, Victoria and Sophie are here.”

You looked over at your sister. “Go inspect.” You instructed her.

She groaned, standing up from her chair and wandering inside, not before slapping Luca on the back of the head, however. The two of them shut the door, a waft of cold air swiping across your body before disappearing. There was soft music playing from a speaker near the pool. If a car pulled up, you wouldn’t have been able to hear it. Maybe they were here, but was Max seriously with them? Did you want him here? Would it actually be easier without him here or did you want some fun this summer? Did drama entertain you? Maybe you just wanted something nice to look at while you were here.

The back door slid open. You were lying face down, the sun warming your back. You didn’t bother looking up, assuming it was Mia coming to deliver the news to you. It would be better if she didn’t see your face while telling you. Maybe you would be disappointed at the answer-whatever it may be. “Well? Is he here?” You asked, voice muffled by the lounge chair.

“Is this your hat?”

You looked up so quickly that you pulled a muscle in your neck. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself, rubbing your fingers over the pain. Did you curse to yourself because Max was standing right infront of you, your ball cap balancing off his index finger, or because of the pain? Both, you decided. It was for both reasons.

“I’ll leave it,” He set it on the table next to you. “Here.”

“Thanks.” You readjusted yourself, sitting up on the edge of the chair. He definitely got a much better view of you than he was hoping for. You were older now, almost by ten years. Sixteen year old you and twenty five year old you looked a lot different. He figured that out pretty quick.

“Good to see you, y/n.” He smiled before turning on his heel to go back inside. His back was broad, his shoulders looked stiff. He had some stubble, but it suited him. He looked-good? No. Stop thinking like that. He probably had a girlfriend or something. He was a rich, famous, Formula One driver. No way he was single walking around looking like that.

“Right.” Nobody was around to hear you say it. So, nobody was around to hear you follow it up with, “What the fuck.”

Hesitantly, you picked up your ball cap, slipping your ponytail through the back. You walked inside, scanning the room before making any more steps forward. Mia and Victoria were in the living room. Sure enough, Victoria had brought her two children and husband. Mia was emitting plenty of ‘aww’s’ and ‘that is so cute’s’. Max was bringing luggage in through the front door. Great, they're planning on staying. Your brother shot you a smirk from where he sat at the kitchen bar. Told ya’ so.

“Max, how’d you manage time off from F1?” Your mother asked.

“It’s summer break,” He said matter-of-factly. “I don’t race again until late August.”

“So you’ll be here for the three weeks you mother and sister will be?”

Please say no, please say no, please say- “I plan to, yes.”

The sliding door snaps behind you as you let go of it. Everyone turns to look at your bikini clad figure. Victoria exchanges a concerning glance with your sister. Victoria’s husband looks at her, confused as to why there is such a thick tension in the air.

“Y/n, go shower and get dressed, we’re all going to dinner in a bit.” Your mother said, her lips pressing into a thin smile.

“Right.” You said, weaving past all the bodies. “I’ll go do that.”

Oh what a summer this was playing out to be.

[lilpotatjj]

Congratulation...Captain?

Chapter 9

Palm trees, turquoise beaches and pure joie de vivre. Twice as beautiful at sunrise. When you arrive at Puerto Rico's only international airport, you both take your luggage and leave the airport's main gate together.

"oh-my-god" is the first thing that comes to mind and bursts out of you. "wow this is amazing, palm trees everywhere and the temperature is fantastic!" you say and Andy can't help but look at you happily. "ok then? where is the journey taking you? haha i mean i can't run away anymore, i'm your prisoner on the island now" you look guilty, and andy laughs.

"we're taking a rental car, first we're heading towards Fajardo. We'll explore the whole island!" Andy waves a car key provocatively and your gaze falls right behind you.

A white GTA Spano is waiting just a few meters away from the two of you. "eeehm....Andy!?"

"yes...?" Andy opens the side of the door for you. "t...that's a monster!" You look at her with wide eyes.

"don't worry, the only one who bites here is me." she grins cheekily and you blink stupidly, only to enter in complete disbelief. "a...all right, andy I haven't put any money aside for my funeral yet" you look at her nervously as she gets in but all andy does is put on her sunglasses, which only makes the situation hotter, and she starts the engine.

"ok ok so how..... long does this baby need to get to 100...?" Andy plays with the engine sound. 

"less than three seconds..." 

You immediately start sweating and reflexively hold on to something. "don't worry, it's not the first time I've driven a baby like this" you were just about to say something when Andy drives off. "Did I already say that I love you? i...if I die then you've heard it now" Andy just laughs and accelerates a little more. "Tell me, how fast can he actually drive?" You've only just calmed down a bit when Andy puts the car into the next gear. 

"let's just find out"

 Before you can say anything, it pushes you back into your seat. The road is clear and Andy continues to accelerate while the car purrs dutifully.

"I know the island inside out" Andy drives a good 190 km/h and hesitates for a moment. 

"Andy?" you look at her nervously and look straight ahead to see that the road is straight as a die. 

"Andy...no...n-" She presses the gas pedal and the car accelerates to almost 340 km/h in a few seconds. "Andy I swear if I die I'll kill you!" Just a little later, she slows down as the road becomes more winding. You both stop at a traffic light, both look at the road and laugh at the same moment. "That was awesome!" Andy gives you a cheeky look and finally drives on. When you arrive, you park in a large front garden with a mosaic stone path. You can't miss the huge villa, which has a huge garden with a maze and pool. "Let's put our stuff away first, then we can go for something to eat." Andy opens the double door and you enter a huge, beautiful hallway with a chandelier.

"oh my god Andy...but...how can you pay for this?"

"let's put it this way. I have a few people i know here" Andy smirks, comes over to you and kisses you passionately. You stow your luggage in the bedroom and go out onto the balcony to enjoy the pool and the different fauna.

You go back into the room and see Andy on her cell phone. "hey...judging by your face, it must have something to do with the 19. Get rid of it! We want to switch off" You go to her, hug her and kiss her neck very gently, eliciting a soft moan from her. "ok ok..stop!" Andy takes you by the shoulders and looks you in the eye. 

"Eat! It's almost lunchtime and we haven't eaten since we arrived." You nod. "Do you have any idea where we can go for lunch?"

"So while we're here we should try some specialties. I know a lot of them, my mom also always cooked them." Your eyes are shining. "I'll definitely come back to Seattle with a hundred pounds more" you laugh and finally sit down in the Spano again. "There's a great Puerto Rican chef nearby. He makes one of my favorite dishes!"

When you arrive, sit down outside in one of the more secluded alleyways with a view down towards the beach.

 "What would you recommend?" you look at her excitedly. "Mofongo and sorullos for dessert"

"I have no idea what that is, but I have to try it!"

"And two pina coladas to drink" Andy calls the waitress.

You order, enjoy the view and when the food finally arrives you look at Andy in disbelief after the first bite. "wow, that's awesome!"

"Are you tired?" Andy and you walk down to the beach after eating. "hm...maybe a little, but we can still do something else." You take her by the hand and smile shyly. "let's go to the beach" Andy smiles in love and the two of you walk along the beach together. "Is it weird for you to walk with me by the hand?" you don't look at her and Andy smiles slightly. "Never, it's... unusual but it doesn't bother me in any way." You breathe a sigh of relief, which doesn't go unnoticed by Andy, who suddenly pushes you against the wall of the house. "I kiss you in public too and it..." she comes so close to you that you can feel her breath on your lips while her eyes keep switching between your eyes and your lips. "...I don't care what others think...no matter how new it is for me. I love you and you are incredibly important to me..." You gasp at her words and can't help but kiss her lovingly. She clasps your hands tightly, lets go of one and continues walking with you on one hand towards the beach.

Once you arrive at the beach, you take off your shoes and enjoy the warm afternoon sunshine. "I used to come here a lot with my father, visit friends and just relax. But he was always thinking about 19, it was always on his mind. It was hard for him to relax.... just like it's hard for me now...19 is my home. I grew up there, I know everything about this station. I've seen people grow up with that station and now they're veterans at their jobs. That's where I want to be. Unbelievable that it almost burned down." Andy stops and looks into the emptiness of the ocean. "hey...it happened, but everything will be rebuilt. you'll stay captain and things will go back to normal." you give her a kiss on the cheek. 

"If the department doesn't blame me for what happened. It's been my job to keep a cool head..."

"Yes, but these were events that you could never influence. We will deal with them if necessary" Andy was just about to say something when you both heard a terrible scream. A woman is running with a lifeless child in her arms and keeps calling for help. 

"Oh god Andy!" You both don't hesitate and immediately run to the woman and Andy picks up the child, puts it on the floor and feels for a pulse.

"Señora, ¿qué ha pasado?" (Lady what happened?) Andy says tense.

"Se ha metido una piedra en la boca, quería sacársela pero ya se la ha tragado, ¡oh dios por favor ayúdale!". (He put a stone in his mouth, I wanted to get it out but he's already swallowed it, oh god please help him!)

"¡Todavía tengo un ligero pulso!" (Still got a slight pulse!) Andy picks up the boy, uses the Heimlich and doesn't give up while the mother starts to hyperventilate. You try to calm her down while Andy continues to try to clear the boy's airways. 

"damn the stone must be too deep!" Andy takes him by the legs, lets him hang down and keeps tapping hard on the child's back and miraculously the stone finally falls out of his throat. He coughs hard and starts to cry, which makes Andy and you breathe a sigh of relief. The first responders, who you had also called in the meantime, arrive immediately.

"¡que dios os proteja y os de las gracias por siempre! ¡muchas gracias, sin vosotros habría tenido que enterrar a mi propio hijo!" (may god protect you and thank you forever! thank you so much, without you I would have had to bury my own son!) The first responders are impressed and take care of the little boy. The mother hugs Andy and you exuberantly.

"no hay problema... todo lo mejor para ambos" (no problem...all the best to you both)

Andy smiles caringly and you say goodbye. "phew...wow...great performance Captain?" you look at her proudly. "Stop it.." Andy smiles embarrassedly and turns towards the sea. 

"Children...are full of surprises. That's why I never wanted any," you say without thinking, amused, but Andy unconsciously flinches at your words. "You...don't want children?"

"Well, I never really thought about it. I don't have great experience with them. And you?" You look at Andy curiously. "So...well with the right partner maybe" Andy's eyes avoid yours. "OK, what's going on. You look like something is going on" you sit down on the sand and enjoy the warm Caribbean wind. "I was once pregnant by a boyfriend at the time. We had been together for a while but the circumstances just weren't right. I...aborted it. I never told him anything about it because if Ryan had wanted it, I wouldn't have it managed to abort..."

"wow..ok. kind of understandable." you let sand trickle between your fingers. "I'm captain now. I just can't think about it at the moment, but it's never out of the question." You look at her thoughtfully and take a deep breath. "Okay, well, if you're sure you want children then why not? You could stay as captain and I could carry the baby. But that's a topic later." You clean your hands.

You both stand up and smile lovingly at each other. You feel something in Andy's eyes that you've never felt from her before, but you can't place it. "i...is everything ok Andy...?"

"yes, everything's fine. we should go back slowly. it'll be dark soon. tomorrow we'll go hiking" you watch her and pause for a moment, the aura that surrounds Andy feels strange, then you run after her.

Back at the villa you sit on the balcony with some tea when Andy comes over and keeps you company. "First day here and already such an action today" you laugh quietly and Andy joins in. "yes, true" Andy drinks her tea, stands up in front of you and tenderly takes your hand. "let's go inside" She slowly leads you to your bedroom, stands in front of you and cups your face with one hand. "You...have been so stubborn..." a kiss on your neck follows. "I? More like..you" You enjoy her touch and inhale sharply. She gently pushes you onto the bed and unzips her robe. "We should really celebrate our arrival here..." Andy teases you with her look.

-----------18+ RAW SMUT (if u wanna skip, feel free and skip to the next chapter)-------

She lets her bathrobe slide off her body. You want to sit up but she leans down towards you and prevents you from moving. She opens your robe as well.

"I'm your captain...you have to obey..." She looks at you teasingly and pins you to the bed by holding your hands, kisses your neck and places delicate kisses all over it. You whimper under each one and get goosebumps all over your body. "Andy....." your vision blurs and your breathing becomes faster. She moves down to your chest, places dirty kisses everywhere, marks every single spot on your body. She lets go of your hands, moves down even deeper and stops right at the sensitive middle between your thighs. She gently strokes her fingers over your clit, kisses it which causes you to reach into her hair out of reflex.

Andy suddenly slows down every single movement which makes you look at her begging.

 "Que pasa..?" (what's wrong...?) Andy asks, looking at you teasingly.

 "Don't stop...please..." you beg softly, looking at her pathetically. Andy cheekily raises an eyebrow. 

"I don't know you like that... begging the captain like that..." She leans down and kisses you, at the same time slowly and carefully slipping one of her fingers inside you. You moan in aggravation and cling tightly to Andy.

 "I'm sure there's more..." Andy speeds up her pace a little, making your breathing more ponderous until you moan in an ungodly tone, while you are melting under her sweet breath. Lots of little electric shocks go through your body as you feel yourself almost reaching your limit, Andy continues, nibbling your neck and inserting a second finger. "A...Andy...keep going" You squint your eyes and put your hands over your mouth as you start to moan, but Andy stops you as she holds your hands tightly and you groan out loud.

Andy smiles contentedly and lies down next to you while you struggle to breathe. "ooof... that was wild... pretty naughty of you" You turn and snuggle up to her. "You know that screams revenge," you smile darkly. "mmh...is that the way to talk to your captain....?"

"maybe I don't just want to talk..." you suddenly sit on top of her, holding her tight this time and looking at her challengingly. Your hand wanders between her thighs. "mmh... well, captain. you're pretty impatient, aren't you?" Andy looks at you silently as she bites her lower lip to hold back a moan.

"no...equal rights for all!" You kiss Andy directly on the mouth, so she can no longer suppress a moan, while you start to stroke your fingers more tenderly on her sensitive middle.

The two of you spend almost the whole night making love, turning it into a competition until one of you can't take it anymore and finally gives up.

AN: oops...what just happend here? Sounds almost like a small honeymoon. This was the first Part of the Puerto Rico Trip. Next chapter will also be longer.

[hvcmixtape]

love's all fair when you're checking the decisions between you and seungkwan on the basketball court on the island of jeju

pairing: seungkwan x reader themes: vacation!(Y/N), resort worker!seungkwan, jeju!seungkwan, there's no mention of caffeine but assume seungkwan still has his caffeine addiction 🤣 wc: ~2600 genre: fluff note: first fic released in a long while! hope you enjoy this AU :>

“I know you say you’re trying, but are you really?” Seungkwan teases you with a fiery tongue. He looks down at you as if the whole world is in his hand, the corner of his lips digging deep into his smirk. With the basketball cradled in his palm, you shoot daggers into his eyes. Who does he think he is, Troy Bolton?

You're the only two on the court at this late hour, but it's only because of the consequences of your own actions, all of which started just earlier that day.

It's your yearly vacation with your family and they decided, why not go to a resort where the destination is the journey itself?

As soon as you heard that come from your mom's mouth, you weren't sure what to make of the next week you'd be spending in Jeju, a place you'd been to a few times before. You've already visited the major attractions on the island, like hiking the Hallasan volcano, so what are a few more hikes? But realistically, who are you to deny your parents, the ones paying for the vacation in the first place?

Packing was difficult as you've thrown random clothing that you'll hope will make cute outfits when you're on the beachy island, and as soon as you know it, you're on the flight to Jeju, then in the shuttle to the resort, and then your ass is kissing the seat to a poolside view.

September is one of the best times to visit Jeju—the rainy season is starting to die down, but it's still bright and warm outside when there aren't any clouds. There aren't as many tourists at this time, but you've soon figured out that this is the time for locals to make the trip to Jeju so it's almost as crowded as you figured it would be. You suppose it's just another testament to how amazing Korea's geography can be.

As you sip on your drink, your mom beside you flips through one of the many brochures they handed her at check-in.

"Me and dad want to do a cooking class," she says after reading the description. "They'll teach us how to make paella; it's a Spanish rice dish."

"That sounds really yummy," you mindlessly reply, but as soon as you say that, she places one on your torso. "You want me to find things to do too?"

"Why not? Weren't you complaining and asking why we were coming back to Jeju? That's why I chose this place," your mom roughly says. "You don't have to do everything, but at least do something other than staying by the pool all day."

"I guess," you grumble, finally opening the pamphlet. There are a lot of things to try out: surfing and scuba diving caught your eye, but you weren't sure how you'd fare with those very physical activities. When you flip to the other side of the paper, your eyes are drawn to the left side. "Mom, they have an activity center for people my age—"

"Try it out! It'll be fun. Maybe you can go there after lunch and see what things they have planned for the day."

Lunch comes and goes and you have no choice but to venture off on your own, as your parents decided they want to do a wine tasting in the downtown area, taking the rental car with them.

Your first step is to approach the reception area, where you find a young man, probably around your age, manning the desk.

"Hi, good afternoon, how can I help you?" His full cheeks give him a boyish look, and his messy hair just adds to his appearance. He's wearing the same linen shirt the other staff you've seen wear, but on him, it looks just a little bit better.

"I was wondering if you have any information on the young adult activity center here. I saw it in one of the brochures."

A smile beams on his face. "You've come to the right place. I'm the worker in charge of the young adult activity center. I'm Seungkwan."

He puts out a hand for you to shake, and you accept it right away. "My name is (Y/N), it's nice to meet you," you reply back. "When are there usually activities during the day? I'm staying at the resort until the end of the week."

"Usually every few hours is a light activity and sometimes, we do excursions. Let me check to see what we have for today."

As Seungkwan pulls up the schedule on his computer, you say, "You seem a little young to be working at a resort full-time?"

He chuckles, pulling his focus toward you. "This is actually my aunt's resort. I'm working with her until I manage to figure out what I want to do. But I am 21, so I'm not totally young."

"Oh, I'm only a little bit older than you. I'm just turned 22," you reply. "But this seems like a fun job."

"Yeah, I like it most of the time. I'm sort of thinking of going into the entertainment industry, so I'd say this is good practice." Seungkwan shrugs. "So, for today's schedule, we're planning on hiking around the Cheonjeyeon waterfalls. We'll meet at 3:30 so we can make it for the sunset and head back right after that."

"Sounds good. Where's the meeting spot?"

"It'll be right here at the reception desk. We usually have 5 to 10 people come around, especially for the hikes. And since we're at the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, not as many young adults are here." There's something in that sentence that makes you raise an eyebrow but you don't think further of it.

"I'll see you at 3:30 then," you smile. "See you later, Seungkwan."

You find him later on with a pair of sunglasses perched at the top of his head, waving around a tiny green flag. You can't help but laugh at how cutely he spins the flag in circles as he raises his hand high above his head.

"Hi Seungkwan," you say as you approach the group of 7 people so far. Most seem around your age but some have younger faces.

"Hi, (Y/N). You look ready to hike," he smiles and leans in toward your ear, making you feel some type of way when his breath tickles your ear when he speaks. "Some people seem like they've been forced to come by their parents."

You chuckle at his hushed tone and take a good look around you, where everyone is wearing completely different styles that might not be the best for hiking to a waterfall. One guy is wearing an all-white outfit, and you know that can't be good news for a hike.

"I suppose you get this often then?" You ask, as you turn away from him and you rummage through your backpack to find the sunscreen that you'll definitely need with the sun's rays still beating down at this time.

Seungkwan's eyes are stuck on your hands as they glide the sunscreen along your arms and shoulders, not even able to answer your question. He bites his lip as he can see you try to reach the exposed parts of your back with your fingers that just can't find a way there, but he keeps his mouth shut.

"Can," you look back at him with a pleading smile. "Can you put sunscreen on the parts I can't get?"

He doesn't have much of a choice and he accepts the bottle with a flushed face. "Sure," he says, squeezing the product onto his hand and watching the cream soak into your skin. He's embarrassed to admit that he knows the spots on your back that didn't get covered.

"Thanks!" You beam with a bright smile as you turn toward him, not knowing that he'll be thinking about that moment for a long while.

"Bye, Seoyeong, it was nice meeting you!" You wave to a girl who leaves almost as soon as the group returns to the lobby. She doesn't say much back, but you hope you'll get to see her again in the next few days that you're still here.

As people start to break ways, you're reluctant to leave. "Do people usually leave right away, or do they hang around?" You ask Seungkwan. He says he's still on the clock, whether he's with the young adults' group or he returns to manning the front desk, so it doesn't matter much to him how he spends the last part of his day.

"Most leave right away, but you're more than welcome to hang around if you want." Seungkwan smiles and it's the first time you've felt like you want to absolutely squish his cheeks.

You fold your fingers tight, not letting them leave your side. "You don't mind?"

"Of course not. We can get to know each other better, and," he glances down at his watch. "I get off of work in 45 minutes and that was a pretty hefty hike, so we can grab food if you want? I can take you somewhere outside of the resort."

...Is this a date?

After letting your mother know that you're off to eat dinner with one of the people you've met at the hike, you click your seatbelt buckle and are ready to go wherever he leads you. Never mind the fact that you've known him for half the day—you are usually more aware than this—but you just feel good about Seungkwan. Something feels right about him.

"Do you like hamburgers?" Seungkwan asks as he adjusts the mirrors of his car. You can feel your heart pattering against your chest from such a domestic action.

"Yeah. I get them often with my friends after classes." You go deeper into conversation about your academic aspirations when he wonders what courses you're taking, and it's nice, to say the least. You enjoy getting to know someone better and it definitely doesn't hurt that you find him attractive. Maybe he's just being nice and maybe he's done this with other people who have been to the resort and met up with him, but you're only here for a few days anyway. If things don't work out, it's fine.

Seungkwan's a smooth driver as you glaze over his appearance: his brown hair floating up and down when the wind blows through it, the wire glasses that perch on his nose, and a smile that comes about often when he's speaking. He doesn't let the conversation drop, making sure he's nodding his head in acknowledgment while also keeping his eyes on the road.

As he approaches the parking lot of the restaurant, you mention that parking is so difficult.

"No, it's pretty easy," Seungkwan shakes his head. He removes his hand from the wheel and places it on the back of your seat as he reverses the car into the space.

"Easy for you to say," you mutter, trying to look in the side mirror if your face can get any redder.

After you head into the restaurant and order your food, you look out the window and even a simple hamburger place has the best views. "I wouldn't see the ocean while eating a burger like this in Seoul."

"Just another great thing about Jeju," Seungkwan says as he digs into his burger. "This is my favorite burger place, I go here pretty often whenever I finish a shift."

"I like your shirt, by the way. It looks good on you," you blurt out and you can't help but take a huge bite of your burger so you can shut up.

Seungkwan sets down his burger and covers his laugh with a napkin. "Thanks," he replies after he settles down. It's a simple outfit—just a blue button-up with a white inner shirt, but it's the rolled-up sleeves that do it for you.

You move on from that topic as soon as you can.

"Thanks for taking me there, Seungkwan," You grin as you walk out potbellied after the meal. "And thank you for paying for me too, you didn't have to."

"Just wanted to show you around is all, so it's my pleasure."

You're not quite sure what he means of it, but he brings you to a walkway that leads down to the coast. "This is a nice place to walk along," you say as your shoes crush the sand below you.

"Yeah, I usually like to exercise after my meals, especially with burgers," he laughs at himself.

The two of you walk in silence for a little bit, taking in the sights and sounds of Jeju, a place Seungkwan has known forever and a place you're just here to touch on for a few days.

"Hey," Seungkwan pipes up. "Do you like basketball?"

“You suck, Kwan,” you say, as you jump, jump, jump. Your arm stretches out as far as you can, fingertips grazing his forearm each time your feet leave the ground. “What happened to playing a fair game?”

You're surprised that you get the court all to yourselves. Seungkwan said that the courts close for guests around 9 at night, but since it's his aunt's resort, a key can solve all of his problems. The floodlights are still on, illuminating the green and white basketball court you stand on.

“This is fair!” He can’t help but to laugh. “You just can’t reach me because you’re short.” His eyes crinkle at the outer points, still keeping enough focus to maintain the ball in his possession. Damn you, Seungkwan.

Maybe it’s the heat, or maybe it’s all of the mixed signals he’s been giving you but ah, to hell with it. It’s time for you to get on the offense and make a move.

With a deep breath in and out, you wrap your arms around his waist, looking up at him with the softest eyes you could muster.

As soon as he feels contact on his body, only a layer of clothing between your fingers and his midriff, his face burns. And you have never seen Seungkwan flustered to a point that the ball falls from his hand immediately and bounces multiple times on the court.

His feet are frozen and his eyes land on you, even as you run after the ball and sink a shot that’s not the cleanest, but still swishes through the net. 

Grabbing the ball, you saunter up as cool as you can, and hold the ball on your hip as you stand face-to-face. “Maybe that wasn’t fair, but I was trying at least.”

Your smart comment goes right over his head, as he’s still trying to process what the hell just happened.

"(Y/N)," he can only manage to utter, looking around to see if anyone saw what he just experienced. His eyes are wider than the full moon in the sky and he blinks a few times to shake off his surprise. "Yeah, I guess that would be trying." He puffs his cheeks and purses his lips, not knowing what else to say.

"I think you're cool Seungkwan."

"You do?"

"But I mean, do you do this with all the girls you meet when they come here for vacation?"

You have time to run away if need be, but you find yourself taking one, two, three steps closer to him.

"No," he replies, his voice softer than ever before. "Only you."

[newstfionline]

Tuesday, October 15, 2024

Florida neighbors band together to recover (AP) When ankle-deep floodwaters from Hurricane Helene bubbled up through the floors of their home, Kat Robinson-Malone and her husband sent a late-night text message to their neighbors two doors down: “Hey, we’re coming.” The couple waded through the flooded street to the elevated front porch of Chris and Kara Sundar, whose home was built on higher ground, and handed over their 8-year-old daughter and a gas-powered generator. The Sundars’ lime-green house in southern Tampa also became a refuge for Brooke and Adam Carstensen, whose house next door to Robinson-Malone also flooded. The three families met years earlier when their children became playmates, and the adults’ friendships deepened during the coronavirus pandemic in 2020. So when Helene and Hurricane Milton struck Florida within two weeks of each other, the neighbors closed ranks as one big extended family, cooking meals together, taking turns watching children and cleaning out their damaged homes. “Everyone has, like, the chain saw or a tarp,” Robinson-Malone said Sunday. “But really the most important thing for us was the community we built. And that made all the difference for the hurricane rescue and the recovery. And now, hopefully, the restoration.”

Thousands march in Spain to demand affordable housing (Reuters) Thousands protested on Sunday in Madrid to demand more affordable housing amid rising anger from Spaniards who feel they are being priced out of the market. “Spaniards cannot live in their own cities. They are forcing us out of the cities,” said nurse Blanca Prieto, 33. Spain is struggling to balance promoting tourism, a key driver of its economy, and addressing citizens’ concerns over unaffordable high rents due to gentrification and landlords shifting to more lucrative tourist rentals. Residents of the Canary Islands and Malaga have also staged protests this year against the rise in tourist rentals. Seasonal hospitality workers struggle to find accommodation in these tourism hot spots, with many resorting to sleeping in caravans or even their cars.

Russian Strikes on Ukrainian Ports Target Shipping (NYT) Russia has stepped up its assaults on Black Sea port infrastructure and civilian shipping in recent days, in what Ukraine says is an attempt to disrupt its exports and damage its economy. The attacks are part of an intensifying campaign of strikes on the city of Odesa and the region along Ukraine’s southern coast. Since last Monday, Russia has carried out five attacks in the area, killing 14 civilians and injuring 28, the U.N.’s Human Rights Monitoring Mission in Ukraine reported on Friday, citing local authorities. The strikes on ships were mostly aimed at those flying flags of small countries unlikely to retaliate against Russia. Last Monday, a container ship under the flag of Palau was hit, Ukrainian official said. The day before that, a missile damaged a vessel under a Saint Kitts and Nevis flag, according to the regional military administration.

Pakistan’s internet slows to a crawl as blame falls on government (Washington Post) Mobile internet in Pakistan has been painfully slow for over two months. Now, technology experts and political activists are accusing the government of intentionally throttling the internet to suppress political protesters. Digital rights activists fear that Pakistani officials are installing new controls to more tightly monitor social media and to censor political content.

China’s ‘New Great Wall’ Casts a Shadow on Nepal (NYT) The Chinese fence traces a furrow in the Himalayas, its barbed wire and concrete ramparts separating Tibet from Nepal. Here, in one of the more isolated places on earth, China’s security cameras keep watch alongside armed sentries in guard towers. High on the Tibetan Plateau, the Chinese have carved a 600-feet-long message on a hillside: “Long live the Chinese Communist Party,” inscribed in characters that can be read from orbit. Just across the border, in Nepal’s Humla District, residents contend that along several points of this distant frontier, China is encroaching on Nepali territory. The Nepalis have other complaints, too. Chinese security forces are pressuring ethnic Tibetan Nepalis not to display images of the Dalai Lama, the exiled Tibetan spiritual leader, in Nepali villages near the border, they say. “This is the new Great Wall of China,” said Jeevan Bahadur Shahi, the former provincial chief minister of the area. China’s fencing along the edge of Nepal’s Humla District is just one segment of a fortification network thousands of miles long that Xi Jinping’s government has built to reinforce remote reaches, control rebellious populations and, in some cases, push into territory that other nations consider their own.

Sri Lanka closes schools as floods hammer the capital (AP) Sri Lanka closed schools in the capital Colombo and suburbs on Monday as heavy rains triggered floods in many parts of the island nation. Heavy downpours over the weekend have wreaked havoc in many parts of the country, flooding homes, fields and roads. Three people drowned, while some 134,000 people have been affected by flooding, according to the country’s Disaster Management Centre. Sri Lanka has been grappling with severe weather conditions since May, mostly caused by heavy monsoon rains. In June, 16 people died due to floods and mudslides.

Can the Government Get People to Have More Babies? (NYT) In 1989, Japan seemed to be an unstoppable economic superpower. Its companies were overtaking competitors and gobbling up American icons like Rockefeller Center. But inside the country, the government had identified a looming, slow-motion crisis: The fertility rate had fallen to a record low. Policymakers called it the “1.57 shock,” citing the projected average number of children that women would have over their childbearing years. If births continued to decline, they warned, the consequences would be disastrous. Taxes would rise or social security coffers would shrink. Japanese children would lack sufficient peer interaction. Society would lose its vitality as the supply of young workers dwindled. It was time to act. Starting in the 1990s, Japan began rolling out policies and pronouncements designed to spur people to have more babies. The government required employers to offer child care leave of up to a year, opened more subsidized day care slots, exhorted men to do housework and take paternity leave, and called on companies to shorten work hours. In 1992, the government started paying direct cash allowances for having even one child (earlier, they had started with the third child), and bimonthly payments for all children were later introduced. None of this has worked. Last year, Japan’s fertility rate stood at 1.2. In Tokyo, the rate is now less than one. The number of babies born in Japan last year fell to the lowest level since the government started collecting statistics in 1899. Now the rest of the developed world is looking more and more like Japan.

The Brewing War With Israel Is Boosting Iran’s Young Hard-Liners (Foreign Affairs) The Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps, Iranian Supreme Leader Ali Khamenei’s influential, ideological armed force, has been riven by divisions between its older, conservative commanders and its younger, radical ranks. The former generally favor exercising some restraint when it comes to Israel, whereas the latter want to go directly after the Islamic Republic’s nemesis. Typically, the older elite have held more influence with the supreme leader. But as more and more IRGC commanders and partners have been killed, the younger generations have gained the upper hand. They have done so by questioning the competence of their elders but also by suggesting that some IRGC elites are actually Israeli assets, including Esmail Ghaani, the IRGC commander who controls Iran’s Quds force—which, in turn, controls Iran’s network of proxy militias. After Israel killed Nasrallah, Khamenei’s calculus appears to have been shaped by this younger cohort. It is part of why Khamenei launched the October 1 attack.

Netanyahu Is Killing Us To Set Us Free? Logic, Grief And Resistance In Beirut (Daraj/Lebanon) Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu addressed us, the Lebanese people, and offered us a gift: a massacre. He sent soldiers to the Lebanese border town of Maroun al-Ras, raised an Israeli flag there, and sent the picture to the whole world. Netanyahu, who has so far killed more than 40,000 Palestinians and about 3,000 Lebanese, addressed us directly—and said that he is killing us for the sake of our future [by destroying Hezbollah]. Netanyahu tells us that he wants to give us after killing us, a homeland, one that is no more than a graveyard and no less than a colony. This speech he addressed to us is truly amazing, a summary of what awaits us if Netanyahu, owner of the “massacre doctrine,” achieves what he wants.

U.S. to Deploy Missile Defense System and About 100 Troops to Israel (NYT) The United States is sending an advanced missile defense system to Israel, along with about 100 American troops to operate it, the Pentagon announced on Sunday. The move will put American troops operating the ground-based interceptor, which is designed to defend against ballistic missiles, closer to the widening war in the Middle East. It comes after Iran launched about 200 missiles at Israel on Oct. 1 and as Israel plans its retaliatory attack. The THAAD battery, a mobile defense system, will give the Israel Defense Forces another layer of protection to defend cities, troops and installations from short- and intermediate-range ballistic missiles like those deployed by Iran in its last attack.

Netanyahu tells U.S. that Israel will strike Iranian military, not nuclear or oil, targets, officials say (Washington Post) Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu has told the Biden administration he is willing to strike military rather than oil or nuclear facilities in Iran, according to two officials familiar with the matter, suggesting a more limited counterstrike aimed at preventing a full-scale war. In the two weeks since Iran’s latest missile barrage on Israel, its second direct attack in six months, the Middle East has braced for Israel’s promised response, fearing the two countries’ decades-long shadow war could explode into a head-on military confrontation. It comes at a politically fraught time for Washington, less than a month before the election, and President Joe Biden has said publicly he would not support an Israeli strike on nuclear-related sites. When Biden and Netanyahu spoke Wednesday—their first call in more than seven weeks after months of rising tensions between the two men—the prime minister said he was planning to target military infrastructure in Iran, according to a U.S. official and an official familiar with the matter.

Is Israel deploying a ‘surrender or starve’ strategy in Gaza? (Washington Post) Northern Gaza, already pummeled by a year of ruinous war, is in the grips of a punishing new Israeli offensive. Israeli forces encircled the battered Jabalya refugee camp in a bid to “systematically dismantle terrorist infrastructure,” according to an IDF statement. Israel issued evacuation orders to some 400,000 remaining residents in northern Gaza, telling them to go to areas farther south that are already teeming with the displaced and still hit by Israeli bombardments. Airstrikes have killed dozens. Aid workers described a catastrophic scene. “It is like hell to be honest,” Fares Afana, the head of ambulance services in northern Gaza, told The Washington Post in a voice note on Sunday. Israeli forces were attacking the Jabalya refugee camp “for the third time and its surroundings in Beit Lahya and Beit Hanoun,” Afana said, and the camp was surrounded “from all sides.” Humanitarian organization Doctors Without Borders said Friday that thousands of people—including five of its staffers—were trapped in the Jabalya camp. “Nobody is allowed to get in or out—anyone who tries is getting shot,” Sarah Vuylsteke, a project coordinator for the organization, said in a news release. The intensifying siege will “continue as long as required in order to achieve its objectives,” the IDF said in a statement. It comes alongside an apparent blockade. No food trucks have entered at all in October. Such a tactic may fuel further accusations that Israel is deliberately starving Palestinians in Gaza.

[millerhughcs]

— a new bombshell re-enters the island. introducing miller hughes.

intertwined in the magic fabric of our dreaming — old habits die screaming.

basics.

full name: Miller Dean Hughes nicknames: Mills, High Life (used exclusively by his college friends), Hughes, Chef (after his friends binged the Bear) title: Chef age: 29 birthdate: November 23rd, 1994 birthplace: Kiawah Island, South Carolina gender: Cis Male pronouns: He/Him sexual orientation: Heterosexual relationship status: Newly single after being engaged for nine months occupation: Chef  religion: Agnostic          current living conditions: Recently moved after leaving New York City with no plan. Currently lives in his grandparents beach home in exchange for taking care of & running their nearby beach rental property when they moved to a retirement community. 

relationships.

parents: birth parents — Leanne Wilde — Dean Hughes  adopted parents — Victoria Hughes, Director of Events and Operations  — Elijah Hughes, Chief Marketing Officer for Clemson University siblings: —Blaire Hughes, 25.  family dynamic: (fertility issues tw) Miller’s family is extremely tight knit. Victoria and Elijah had always wanted a lot of kids, but fertility issues got in the way of that. Nearly a year of failed IVF treatments and being on the waiting list for adoption, they were ready to give up, when Elijah’s nephew admitted that he got his girlfriend pregnant at the start of their senior year. They didn’t feel ready to be parents, and as they were discussing their options, Elijah offered up a kinship adoption. It ended up being the best option, and nine months later Miller came along. And four years later when another IVF treatment ended up working, his little sister Blaire was born. The family of four, along with Miller’s grandparents spend almost every day together, meeting for dinners and events on weekends. They are also close to their extended family, though most of them are on the mainland. Miller is extremely close with Blaire, but also extremely protective. She has gotten into some trouble along the line, and he has felt like he’s the one that has to get her out of it. He considers Blaire one of his best friends, though sometimes he doesn’t agree with her actions.  significant other: None children: None pets: None

education & career.

spoken languages: English current occupation: Chef at Golden Cove Country Club, Handyman, cooks for friends and family parties. financial status: Upper Middle Class notable accomplishments: Graduated from the Culinary Institute of America and worked in the kitchen of a michelin star restaurant in New York City. 

physical & mental health.

height: 6’ build: Toned & Muscular hair: Dark brown curly hair eyes: Brown scars: Plenty of scars on his hands & arms from kitchen accidents, also one cutting into his right eyebrow after a car accident his senior year of high school.  tattoos: he’s covered in random tattoos. He has half a patchwork sleeve down to his hand on his right arm and a bunch of tattoos across his collarbone and left arm.  piercings: None notable features: a diagonal scar cutting into the middle of his right eyebrow addictions: Caffeine & cigarettes physical illness: nearsighted faceclaim: Mason Gooding voiceclaim: Mason Gooding

personality.

personality type: ENFJ-A zodiac sign: Sagittarius Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Venus, Libra Rising  vices: Risk-taking & impatience strengths: charismatic, passionate, honest weaknesses: idealistic, reckless, strong-willed intelligence: When it comes to book smarts, Miller is of average intelligence. When it comes to emotional intelligence, Miller is highly intelligent.  confidence & self image: Miller knows he’s good at what he does. He’s not cocky about it, he feels that actions speak louder than words when it comes to these things. In a similar vein, he knows that he’s attractive. When he’s with his friends he’s a little bit more cocky about it through good natured ribbing. However, after current events his ego and self esteem has taken a pretty bad hit. 

full blurb.

Miller Hughes was born a small town boy and he’d, apparently, die a small town boy. A kinship adoption and grandparents that lived just down the road, made the Hughes family extremely close. It was hard to be lonely as a Hughes, and that was by design, but sometimes as a teenage boy, it could feel suffocating to be surrounded by family or someone who knew you as Victoria’s son! or Charles’ grandson! So when it came time for college, Miller took his love for food (fostered and encouraged by his family) to a professional scale by attending the Culinary Institute of America and diving headfirst into the competitive world of restaurants in New York City. He made friends, fell in love, and was generally anonymous in the big city. And he thought that’s what he wanted. Until his fiance sat him down and told him, mid wedding planning, that she was in love with her childhood best friend and couldn’t keep doing this. Within an hour she was gone, taking friends with her and leaving the usually chipper and friendly Miller feeling isolated and cold. Feeling alone, he did what he always knew how to do. He called his family. They didn’t waste a second. A friend of his father’s had a job opening at a restaurant on the island and Miller had an interview a few days later. His grandparents were downsizing to an apartment that needed less maintenance than their home, and needed help maintaining their rental property next to the house. So Miller packed his life in the city up, moved back home and started trying to rebuild himself piece by piece, trying to ignore the fairytale written about him by those people that saw him as Just Another Hughes. 

[reservoirreputation]

Dimples, Chapter Eight

Epilogue

One Year Later

Freddy repeats his daily ritual.

It’s a beautiful, mild day. A little cloud cover, sun regularly peaking out to say hi. Warm breeze. He cycles to the usual, sleepy convenience store. His stomping grounds are quiet, local, away from the highly touristy areas. These parts of the islands aren’t as well-cared for, as anyone who lives in a travel-destination or big city or coastal town etc. will attest to. The local government only cares about the pretty parts. It’s hard to believe that that is the case here, too, because all of Hawaii is gorgeous. Areas like this are where most of the locals live, as well.

Freddy and Larry initially kept their heads down. Found an inexpensive rental, made payments on time, didn’t wreck the property. It was a low bar to meet, but in keeping their noses clean, they make it. They buy local groceries, eat better and healthier than ever, even left smoking for once a week. Drinking is cut down, only one beverage a night. There’s so little stress in their lives, they don’t need such distractions.

Freddy’s daily trips to the store are two-fold; grab something they’ve run out of, which is occasional, to grabbing that morning’s paper, somewhat for himself, mostly to leave with having purchased something. The more the locals see them, and associate them with good, frequent business, and a smile or two, the better.

He smiles at the clerk, whose name he doesn’t know, and the clerk doesn’t know Freddy’s, which is same-old, same-old. He says a bright and cheery hello to an older woman, whose car Larry fixed up, last week. She asks what kind of cookies the man likes, intentions clear. Freddy says oatmeal, and she’s beaming.

He grabs the paper, money ready. “Keep the change.” On his bike, heading home.

Larry’s making breakfast burritos when Freddy walks in. The tortillas are warming over the griddle, veggies cooked and set aside, scrambled eggs nearly done. “Anything new?” he asks.

Freddy gives him a quick peck on the cheek. “About to look, myself.”

Larry turns his head for a proper kiss. Freddy grins, obliging.

Freddy sits down at their little kitchen table, opens the paper, goes right for the classifieds. He scans the page carefully. It’s been months since the last message, which was not unusual. There was no set schedule, so he just needed to keep a close eye on things. He spots it, towards the bottom right of the paper.

“Got ‘im.” he reads, “‘Violet sends regards to Creamsicle. All is well. Be in touch, soon.’”

Larry chuckles, setting the pan aside, “Where the hell does he come up with stuff like that?”

“No clue, Mr. Banner.”

Larry is leaning over, looking at the message for himself, “You think he’s coming to visit?”

“Who knows. It’s not like we have to do much to tidy up, around here.” Freddy says, referring to their distinct lack of personal belongings. It wasn’t unusual for people to move from the mainland with so little; it was lighter, cheaper, and you normally made a good chunk of change selling off your stuff, all going towards the move. Freddy looks up, “Don’t you want him to come over?”

Larry considers, “I’ll tolerate him.” he smirks, leans over and kisses Freddy’s forehead.

THE END

{Previous chapter}

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[fifi-goes-to-hollywood]

For vacation asks about jance, if you haven't answered this one already

1. Where are they going? Why are they going to that place in particular?

Like, I would love to know what place you think they'd pick to visit and like why?

Ouchhhh, I could put them in many places.

So, it’s time imma spoiler my upcoming fic, since it takes places during vacay!

They went to Greece, in particular - Naoussa on Paros island. Why, though? While researching the place they wanted to stay in place that’s beautiful but not extremely crowded like usual Greek spots (Rhodes, Korfu, Zakynthos, Mykonos etc). As the rather adventurous couple, they checked if there is anything cool to see and maybe there are hiking trails.

And they picked this particular town bc proximity to the sea, being picturesque but not that crowded, yet the food still somehow catering to Nace not eating gluten. (Still, I can see them cooking at home when they feel like it, eating on the balcony with a sea view is better than wasting euros on restaurants that usually cater to tourists)

Still, if needed, they can drive up (car rental exists) to chosen place that’s further away and also (just as in their stay) wander around, eat tons of ice cream, try local food from the most random taverna where locals sit, buy cool souvenirs, chill on some cool beach etc.

And lil vacay tradition - bringing an ukulele as a souvenir! (That’s the spoiler as well heh)

[umichenginabroad]

Taking on Tasmania (Week 8)

For those of you who, like myself, have questioned whether Tasmania is a real place or not, I can officially confirm that it is! The island-state south of mainland Australia was once the destination for 80,000 convicts and was referred to as Van Diemen’s Land before its name was changed to Tasmania and the island became its own Australian state in 1901. Now, Tasmania is the smallest state of Australia by both size and population, with just about 570,000 residents out of Australia’s 26 Million. For just about 4 days, five of my hostel-mates and I rented a car and made it our mission to see as much of the island as possible. After landing in Launceston, Tasmania’s second largest city, we picked up our car rental and went into the small downtown area where we grabbed breakfast and then headed straight for the library. The library? Yep, the realities of traveling during the second week of school are that online exams are already being assigned… for me. While I spent that Thursday studying and taking my 2.5hr exam for fluid mechanics in a Tasmanian library, my friends were out exploring Ben Lomond National Park. As soon as 5pm struck and my exam was submitted, I was picked up and we headed to our Airbnb near Cradle Mountain, about 2 hours away. This was the view I woke up to the next morning:

Friday was spent hiking near Cradle mountain at the renowned Dove Lake trail and Enchanted Walk. Despite the rain and noticeably colder temperatures compared to Sydney, we were blown away by the beauty of the diverse landscapes at the surrounding national park. We were also saddened to learn that Tasmanian Devils and Wombats are nocturnal and would not be joining us for our hikes like their poops did every few steps.

^^Dove Lake pictured above with unfortunately low visibility.

^^ The Enchanted walk with a truly magical Flora.

The drive to Hobart, Tasmania’s largest and capital city, was just as memorable. From rolling hills with a seemingly infinite number of cows and sheep, to mountains peaking at the horizon, Tasmania was everything I had expected Australia to be. 

Hobart was just as wonderful having access to the coast and mountains all together. We spent our Saturday wandering around the Salamanca Markets which displayed incredible Tasmanian woodwork, refreshing our knowledge of contemporary art at the MONA (Museum of Old and New Art), driving up Mount Wellington to see the city from above, and cooking our own Tasmanian steak dinner at our AirBnB. 

^^ Me at the top of Mount Wellington in a jacket I had just purchased from the Markets!

^^ The group after devouring two steaks, salads, and a mound of sweet potatoes while enjoying the sunset over the water and mountains.

On our last day, we booked it back to Launceston where we had to return the car by noon and three of my friends had to fly back home, leaving the rest of us in the city for the day which gave us the chance to see Cataract Gorge, a forested river reserve surrounding a remarkable gorge. 

^^ Cataract Gorge!

^^ A particularly photogenic peahen at Cataract Gorge.

David Bayer

Biomedical Engineering

University of New South Wales in Sydney, Australia

[quillofspirit]

Here for week 2!

We've done most of the South Island by now, and have seen quite a lot! I'll be sad to see our rental car go in a few days, when it's been my home for quite a few chilly nights. But! I'll get to see more things.

For now, the views of the week

From Curio Bay, when we woke up because it was just too darn cold. We had a nice sunrise though, and some beautiful waves. The yellow lupins remain my favorite each time, they're such a pretty, mellow sunshine colour.

From Glenorchy, with some beautiful mountain views, and pretty insane scenery. I saw Isengard, Erebor, and (from far away) the woods of Lothlorien. I got the chance to have a horse ride through the rocky rivers - my birthday gift from myself and my family - and I don't think I've smiled that bright in a long time.

And finally, Mount Cook. This walk was so windy, I was afraid I would be thrown off the walkways. There were also three bridges to cross, each very high and swaying in the wind. Safe to say, my courage was tested. But I pushed through, and I got to see the glacier and some absolutely breathtaking views of the mountains, the valleys and the river.

Until next time, much love 💚

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S FATE - CHAPTER 59

*Warning Adult Content*

What does it mean to come home?

In Martin Hunter's experience, it depends who's waiting for you there.

As a kid, getting out of school and going home meant relief, playing with his brothers and sisters, delicious food cooked by his mom or dad, the comforting drudgery of homework and the promised reward of video games or his favorite cartoons.

As an adult, home became a place of anxiety.

Would Elena be waiting for him?

What sort of mood would she be in?

What might she have said or done to the kids in his absence?

Martin's greatest fear, on the rare occasions when he was away for any extended amount of time, was that he would come back to find them gone.

Now, as his partner, Skylar West parks their rental car in front of their house and four small figures burst from the front door and race across the lawn to greet them, coming home is pure joy.

********

Back on the private island, Shanti had promised to visit Martin's family before returning to her own realm and let them know that all was well.

Miguel's wolf, too, had visited his father once more in a dream, in which he told him how proud he was of him and how he had saved them all.

After that, however, there had been only a few phone calls from hotel rooms, which Martin kept short to avoid ridiculous fees.

Speaking of fees, as soon as Shanti disappeared into the sea, leaving them behind on the island, reality had caught up to Martin and he had a minor panic attack over how on earth they were going to get home with no passports and no money.

Fortunately, Skylar had been wrong about himself.

He had lost his ability to transform, to swim like a fish and breathe water instead of air but he had not lost his siren's Voice.

A quick trip to the U.S. Consulate in Palermo and they had everything they needed, which was proof enough that Skylar's Voice retained it's unnaturally persuasive power.

One does not simply walk into the U.S. Consulate, announce that one has no identification of any kind, request a replacement passport and expect to be accommodated speedily.

With their papers in hand, they'd visited a few reputable dealers of antiquities and a jeweler or two and exchanged some Mer-salvaged treasures and pearls for cash.

Thus equipped, they were set to travel in style.

Skylar led Martin on a meandering tour up through Italy, across the top of Spain and into France, where they followed the western coast, keeping mostly to small towns.

Finally they struck inland for Paris and from there caught a first-class flight to San Francisco.

They rested there for a day, visiting the Museum of Modern Art and Fisherman's Wharf, before renting a comfortable car and heading for home.

They could have made the drive in a day but Skylar had one last place he wanted to visit, the beach near Bodega Bay where they'd camped with the kids, where they bonded and where Skylar first made contact with Natalis and his 'father.'

Skylar said he wanted to watch the sun set over the ocean one more time before he bid the sea goodbye for a while and to give them the closure of coming full circle through their strange ordeal.

"Will you miss it?" Martin asked, as the last gleam of the sun slipped beneath the rim of the horizon, where a thin band of lavender-hued mist separated a dark sea from the turquoise and tangerine sky.

They'd parked at an overlook atop a bluff at a place called Duncan's Landing.

Below them was the little cove in which they'd made love.

"The sea will always call to me," Skylar said.

"As a siren song in my blood. There will be times I can't ignore it, when I feel I must go mad if I cannot hear the waves and feel the salt spray in the air. Then I will answer it and come to a place such as this, to soothe my soul. But I won't stay long and I hope I will not be alone."

Martin leant against him and closed his eyes, letting the sea saturate his senses, the rhythmic roar of waves and the buffeting wind against his skin, carrying with it the occasional cool kiss of salted mist.

"Sounds a bit like being a wolf. After a while our human skin starts to feel too tight and we long for freedom and release, the simplicity of a wolf's mind, wild as the sea but devoid of human thought."

"Hmm. I wonder what would happen if you bit me," Skylar mused.

"Would I become like you or turn out a scaly mer-wolf monster? Or would I become something else entirely?"

Martin pulled away from him in surprise and Skylar laughed.

"A question for the future, maybe."

"Maybe."

Martin leant against his mate again, looping an arm around his waist and filling his lungs with sea air.

Personally, the less magic, mayhem and mystery in his life, the happier he'd be.

At least for a while.

Martin suspected that between Flora, Miguel, Nico and Rio, he had some mayhem in his future, at least and probably plenty of magic and mystery, too.

They'd spent a last night alone together, at a little bed-and-breakfast 'the rainbow flag flying from the porch of which told them they'd be welcome' before completing the last leg of their journey and arriving home.

********

"Daddy."

Smiling so hard his face hurt, Martin is tackled to the ground and buried beneath a miniature dog pile.

The kids haven't been this glad to see him in a long time and it reminds Martin how fast time flies.

When Flora and Miguel were younger, they loved to run all the way across the school's playing field to greet him at the end of each day.

They'd meet in the middle and he'd pretend to be knocked off his feet, then roll around in the grass while they smothered him in 'attack' kisses.

Pretty soon, he'll be cheering them on as they graduate high school.

First dates, first jobs, first cars, first loves, tears sting his eyes at the thought of how much he could have missed and how grateful he is to be here now.

"Why are you crying, Daddy?" Nico asks, concern pinching his little brow.

He'll be a handsome one when he grows up, a real heartbreaker, for sure.

"I'm just happy, sweetheart," Martin says, catching his breath and drawing him and Rio into a hug.

"I'm happy to be home."

At his back, Skylar kneels and rests a hand on Martin's shoulder where he sits on the ground.

"Me, too," Skylar says.

"Are you gonna stay this time, Mr. Sky?" Rio asks, tears streaking his own cheeks.

He's the most empathetic of the four and cries easily.

Martin glances at him over his shoulder and Skylar smiles at him.

"Yes, I'm here to stay."

********

"What about Papa Sky," Skylar asks later that night as they lie in bed together.

It had been a full day of catching up with the family, especially Martin's brother Noah and his partner, Ambrose, who while they offered to look after the kids again any time they needed, seemed glad enough to be rid of them after three weeks.

"They could still call me 'Mr. West' at school, if you like."

Martin laughs into his pillow, half drunk with lingering jet lag and the sheer relief of lying in his own bed.

Despite his best efforts, Skylar hadn't been able to get Nico and Rio to drop the Mr. from before his name.

"Sounds good to me," Martin says, rolling to face him.

Skylar leans in and kisses his lover .

"You taste like the sea," Martin says.

Skylar draws back.

"The 'sea' contains quite a wide variety, my dear. There's everything from the beach at low tide to the freshest zephyr on the open waves."

Martin smiles, touching the end of his nose to Skylar's.

"The latter, definitely."

"You taste like... Well, you taste like toothpaste and mouthwash," Skylar says.

"Utterly mundane, adorable and perfect."

"Better than dog breath," Martin grins.

Skylar snorts.

"Go to sleep, my beautiful, wonderful, wolf-hearted man. Tomorrow, we start anew and we have everything ahead of us."

********

It takes a while but day by day, peace returns to their lives.

For Martin, true peace comes to nest in his heart for the first time, for which he is more grateful with each passing day.

If Skylar isn't beside him when he wakes, Martin hears him in the shower or downstairs making breakfast for the kids.

And each night, they fall asleep in each other's arms, knowing that each breath they take together is a gift.

Skylar returns to work for the school but rather than art 'he confessed he couldn't remain an objective judge when it came to the children' he coaches swim team.

Meanwhile, Martin returns to my role as a stay-at-home dad, for the moment.

Not everything is roses, disappearing from the face of the known earth for several weeks comes with consequences, as his agent duly informs him.

The publisher dropped him, apparently, due to his lack of ability to meet their deadlines and the offer of an advance has been withdrawn.

For once in his life, Martin is not worried.

Money is meaningless to Skylar, he can literally scoop it from the sea... 'Or his family can, anyway'.

He is not about to rely on him for everything or stop doing his share but he's also okay with letting Skylar take care of him, at least for a little while.

Because at long last, after everything, Martin is finally willing to believe what everyone's been telling him all along.

He fucked up in the past but he doesn't have to let the past define him.

He's more than the sum of his failures and he deserves something good.

He deserves a break.

So, he embraces it.

He throws himself into long overdue home repairs, take notes for a new book inspired by their trip through Europe and shower the kids in as much attention as they'll tolerate.

Martin let the past go.

At least, until the past comes knocking, literally in the form of his ex-wife Elena, almost a month to the day since our return. 

[seabreeze2022]

2023 Bahama Cruise, Part 29. May 14. Hatchet bay, Eleuthera.

Nancy walking two miles back to town after snorkeling with the seahorses on Mother’s Day. Still smiling after another tour that can not be found in the tour pamphlets.

We anchored on Saturday evening with threats of storms over night and Sunday. Never got rained on. We are anchored in “Hatchet Bay” on the right side of the photo. Sweetings Pond with the Seahorses is the pond on the left of the photo.

After taking our trash to town. We walked around the town on Mother’s Day, Sunday morning. Things are quiet on Sunday mornings in the settlements. We walked up to the Queen’s Highway and turned east or left. A driver stopped his car and talked to us. He was the owner of the restaurant where everyone, including us, parks their dinghy. The sign above the trash barrel was pay $3 in the office. The office was closed. When this guy introduced himself, he said he owned the restaurant. So we paid this guy our $3 for one bag of trash. He also offered to drive us to the Sweetings Pond Seahorse Preserve for $20.

We enjoy our walks and declined the offer. After we were half way to the pond. A guy stopped in his pick up truck and offered us a ride. So Nancy and I jumped in the back of his pick up truck. Looking at the boxes of roofing nails in the bed of the truck, we assumed he was a roofer. After he pulled off across from the dirt road to the pond. We bailed out of the back of the truck and thanked him. With typical Bahama out island hospitality. He said, “That is why we are here, to help you out”. This guy was a Roofer, not a person in the tourism hospitality trade. But a genuine out island person always willing to help. Just about every Bahamian owned car honks or waves. The rental cars have a different license plate. Don’t expect a honk or way from them.

This is the dirt road leading to Sweetings Pond. Good enough for a rental car, but not good enough for your personal car.

This is a proposed Preserve. The water is probably a bit more saline than the ocean and accounted for us floating so high in the water.

With our sandals and footwear, versus fins, per the rules. We had a bit of a time getting to the bottom to see the seahorses up close.

This pond was cut off from the open sea 6,000 years ago. The level changes with each tidal change. But the visibility is poor.

This is a Lined Seahorse (Hippocampus erectus). They are considered a “Vulnerable species”. These were not as obvious or as plentiful as we were led to believe. They were in the grass and usually head down foraging. This is probably a female, note the lack of the belly pouch.

You can just barely see the eye on this seahorse. Judging by the belly this is very possible a pregnant Male Seahorse. Who knew that “woke” seahorses where leading the way of males becoming pregnant? Actually the female becomes pregnant and then sends the eggs over to the male that raises them in his brood pouch.

The more interesting organism in the pond were the multitude of nudibranchs. Specifically Fringeback Dondice (Dondice occidentalis) They were everywhere and working along the top of the grass. Much more prolific than the seahorses.

Since my photo was so bad, I stole this off the internet.

This is the bright red file clam (Ctenoides Scraba) that was very abundant in the pond.

After walking back to town we saw that the car ferry from Nassau was in town. Top left photo has cars backing up onto the ferry.

The pigs in a trailer, are they coming or going, who knows? Can they swim? If they can’t swim, will we see them at dinner?

This apparently is a communal cooking bread oven of days before. Makes sense, stays hot for hours, using less fuel than each house cooking bread in their private oven.

Next we pull anchor and head 16 miles west for the infamous “Current Cut”. You have to time it for 1+15 to 1+30 minutes after the tide change in Nassau. If we hit it wrong, we may be fighting a 6-8 kt. current in a boat that only goes 6 knots.

S/V Sea Breeze, Hatchet Pond, Eleuthera Island Bahama

[greenbagjosh]

Vancouver and Chilliwack April 2003

22 - 24 April 2003

Hi everyone!  This weekend 20 years ago, I visited Vancouver, BC, Canada, for the second time.  I spent two nights in Vancouver's Davie district, sort of west of downtown Vancouver.  It was also the first time I rented a car on my own, in a foreign country.  

Salut à tout le monde! Ce week-end, il y a 20 ans, j'ai visité Vancouver, BC, Canada, pour la deuxième fois. J'ai passé deux nuits dans le quartier Davie de Vancouver, un peu à l'ouest du centre-ville de Vancouver. C'était aussi la première fois que je louais une voiture par moi-même, dans un pays étranger.

I flew on Friday 22nd April from SFO airport's Terminal 3 by United Airlines.  I had booked a first class seat with a 500 mile coupon.  The flight took off about 5 PM nonstop to Vancouver.  I think I arrived about 8 PM.  When I landed, it was in the US terminal where prechecks going back take place.  I had to go through Canadian customs.  They asked their nosy questions similar to the last time I was there, April 2002.  I was admitted into Canada, then I went to baggage claim and retrieved my suitcase.  I went through the "Nothing to declare" green lane.

Once I retrieved my suitcase, I went to the Hertz car rental desk.  They had my car ready.  It was a 2003 Oldsmobile Alero (in Europe this was sold as the Chevrolet Alero).  This one had a 3.4 liter V6 engine, 4 speed automatic transmission, and an AM/FM/CD player radio.  I did not really need a map for the most part, as I had been to the youth hostel on Thurlow and Burnaby Streets once before.  Parking it would be a challenge, but the hospital nearby had parking.  

I drove up Grant McConachie Way to Granville Street.  After Granville Island, BC route 99 split off into Howe and Seymour Streets.  I went northeast on Seymour Street, to Davie Street and turned left.  I went to Thurlow Street and turned left, then turned onto Burnaby Street.  Back then, there was no plan to build what is known as the Canada Line.  I noticed that some of the signals, that had flashing green signals, which meant mainly the same thing as a steady green.  When the light was to change, there would be four seconds of steady green before the light went yellow.  When the red cycle was over, the light would flash green again and repeat the cycle as necessary.  That is something that happens in British Columbia, I have not seen that in other provinces in Canada.

I checked into the hostel, and deposited my bags in my room.  I had a single room, right next to the elevator.  My room was not ensuite, there was a shared bathroom down the hall.  I had to park the car at St. Paul's Hospital.  The car park allowed long term parking, so it was okay to park there overnight.  Parking in Vancouver is much more difficult that most cities in the USA.  I think it was about $20 US to park for two nights.  Once I parked the car, I walked to Thurlow Street, then Davie, and to Bute Street.  I remembered Hamburger Mary's (now it is called Mary's on Davie), so I went there.  I thought about going to Denny's but I passed on that.  In Canada, the apostrophe of Denny's is the red maple leaf.  McDonald's has something similar in its corporate logo, with a red leaf in the center.  I ordered a large hamburger but was unable to eat it all for some reason.  I left enough fries as well.  The waiter gave me a hinge container, I think a 9 by 6 by 3 inches (22 by 15 by 8 cm) and I took my food to the hostel.  The hostel had a communal walk-in refrigerator, and they provided a permanent marker to mark whose food belonged to whom, and what their checkout date was.  If there was food in the refrigerator and the guest had already checked out, it was put on a special rack for "free food".  The hostel did not provide breakfast back then, so people had to cook their own.  After I went to my room, I went to sleep.  It was not high season, so it was fairly easy to fall asleep.

On Saturday 23rd April, I woke up, took a shower, went down to the kitchen to collect my hamburger and fries, then walked to the hospital to get the car.  I stopped at a Blenz coffee shop, to get some coffee.  Blenz is a coffee chain in British Columbia similar to Starbuck's, has few, if any, locations outside of British Columbia.  I drove along Davie Street to Denman Street, up BC route 99 to Stanley Park Drive and the totem poles.  The previous year, 2002, I had visited the Indigenous Art Museum at University of British Columbia where they had a massive collection of totem poles.  The ones at Stanley Park were okay, not particularly spectactular.  I liked the view of the Vancouver skyline better.  I was able to see Canada Place across the harbor.  The weather was nice then.  I bought a few gifts for my family at the gift shop.  I finished my hamburger, fries and coffee before driving onwards.

After leaving Stanley Park on the north side of the island, I went north on the Lions Gate Bridge to North Vancouver.  I ended up in the Capilano Indian Reserve.  I turned right on Marine Drive and drove east on Third Street and eventually Main Street.  I crossed back into Vancouver by the Trans Canada Highway route 1 which went through Burnaby and Abbotsford.  The speed limit was 100 km/h.  All highway distances were in metric.  After Abbotsford, the speed limit increased to 110 km/h.  I planned to go only as far as Chilliwack.  Chilliwack was named from the indigenous word Ts'elxweyeqw.  The highway was very nice.  I played a CD in the CD player.  It was mostly of music I had recorded from November 2002, including a few German songs.  It felt odd to play German music in Canada.  

Once I arrived in Chilliwack, it looked very similar to a small town in the USA, with the main difference being, instead of the Stars and Stripes, it was two red rectangles, and a big red maple leaf on top of the white rectangle.  I stopped at the McDonald's on Luckakuck Way, and ordered a hamburger and a small Coke.  The hamburger tasted just like the ones I had in the USA.  I drove to downtown Chilliwack and wanted to see the murals.  One of them stood out to me and it was the decades from 1930 to 1990 or so.

About 2 PM, I drove west on the Trans Canada highway to Vancouver, turning off at Hastings and driving on to St. Paul's Hospital to park again.  I walked to the hostel and asked for a day pass.  They sold me one for $8.00.  I went to the Shoppers Drug Mart, nearby and bought a 2 liter bottle of Sprite Ice.  Sprite Ice is basically Sprite with mint flavoring.  I rode on the line 6 to Seymour Street, transferred to the line 4 or line 7, and went to the Granville Skytrain station.  Back then, Skytrain did not have fare gates.  Skytrain stations Granville and Burrard, both have the eastbound platform on the lower level and westbound platform at the upper level.  I took the Skytrain to Gastown, which would require a walk from the Waterfront station.  I walked a few blocks along Water Street to the whistling steam clock.  I watched the clock strike 3 PM.  I wish at the time, that I had a working video camera.  That would not happen until a year later.  

I walked to the Victory Square Cenotaph at Victory Square, and drank some of the Sprite Ice from the bottle that I had in my bag.  I walked down Cambie Street and BC route 1A to the Stadium-Chinatown Skytrain station.  I took the Millenium Line to Loughheed Town Center.  I remember the Millenium line only went as far as Braid, but on 31st August, the line was expanded to Commercial/Broadway.  I spent about an hour in the Town Center.  It was not much more different than the average shopping mall in the USA.    

Due to its location, it was hard to accurately keep track of time, and the sun set later than in California.  I took the Skytrain from Loughheed Town Center to Granville, took a bus to Robson Street and then fou a place to eat for supper.  It was a Japanese curry restaurant.  I ordered a donkatsu curry with udon noodles.  It tasted excellent.  I had a bubble tea, I think, matcha flavored.  Then I walked back to the hostel.

When I was at the hostel, I took my radio and recorded some music.  The radio I had was not the Aiwa HS-JS 479 that I brought the previous year, but it was a portable one with digital tuning and 2 inch / 5 cm speakers.  Its cassette playback had the "Q-Sound" function to play prerecorded cassettes.  I recorded some French and also some English programming.  On one of the French stations, I recorded "Tous les palmiers" by the Quebec band Beau Dommage, and "Un homme et une femme" by some unknown duo, definitely not the original ones from the 1960s, definitely not Mireille Mathieu either.  I went to bed soon after that.

Sunday the 24th April, I had to wake up and get breakfast.  I had a coffee and pastry at Blenz Coffee on Davie Street.  Then I checked out of the hostel, took my luggage to the car, and drove south on Granville Road to the airport.  However there was one problem.  I needed to fill up the tank, and I was not able to find a reliable gas station.  I had to drive to Richmond, just a little south of the airport, to find some place that sold gas.  Gas in Canada is more expensive than it is in the USA, and is sold by the liter.  I drove along Number 2 Road, then Francis Road to Number 1 Road and found a Petro Canada station.  I put in about 20 liters, which was not bad for a V6 and maybe 200 km of driving.  I drove back to the airport and checked in the car.  I noticed a few totem poles before going into the airport terminal.  

Checking into my flight to Seattle and then San Francisco, I was not allowed to hand in my checked bag until I cleared the USA customs.  I had to give my passport at customs before dropping my bag off.  After dropping my bag off, I went to the gift shop and bought some salmon and maple syrup.  The flight to Seattle was on an Embraer E120 twin propeller plane.  It would be about an hour away from Seattle, and land in Concourse N.  I would not need to collect my bag until I arrived at San Francisco airport.  I would have to wait until about 2 PM to board the flight for San Francisco.

At 1:30 PM, the flight to San Francisco would board.  I had an economy class seat.  The flight home was not too long.  I arrived about 5 PM.  Somehow the flight had misplaced my checked bag, so I had to fill out a form for them to deliver my luggage to my home.  I took the Line 292 back to Hillsdale and Norfolk Street in San Mateo, and walk the rest of the way home.  It was not too far to walk.  It must have been 7 PM when I arrived home.  I made some supper, probably spaghetti or something, watched some TV and went to bed.

The next day I drove to work, worked from 7 AM to about 4 PM.  I had some maple sugar candies to share with colleagues.  My suitcase did turn up at home, a little bit after I had left work for the day.

My next overseas journey would be in late July 2003.  Hope you will join me then!

  Also, in May 2003, my car (at the time it was a 1997 Jetta with diesel engine) was all paid off and thus free of finance, and I received the title, what a nice early 31st birthday present.

Good night!  Bonne nuit!

[omansafaritours-blog]

Top 10 Beaches on Masirah Island for the Ultimate Island Getaway

Masirah Island, located off the southeastern coast of Oman, is a hidden gem for vacationers in search of an idyllic break. Known for its pristine seashores, untouched nature, and colorful marine lifestyles, this island offers a unique blend of tranquility and adventure. Masirah Island has something unique whether you are a water sports fanatic, a nature lover, or seeking to unwind. In this guide, we'll explore the ten seashores on Masirah Island that ensure an unforgettable island getaway.

Masirah Island: A Quick Overview

Masirah Island is Oman's largest island, about 20 kilometers off the mainland. It's far on hand via ferries departing from Shannah Port. The island is renowned for its diverse ecosystems, providing a mix of sandy beaches, rocky cliffs, mangroves, and desert landscapes. Despite being much less commercialized, Masirah boasts unprecedented natural beauty, making it a haven for tourists.

Why Masirah Island is Perfect for Beach Lovers

Masirah Island’s beaches are famed for their unspoiled charm and serenity. Visitors are drawn by:

Tranquil Ambiance: Far from crowded tourist hotspots, the island offers peaceful escapes.

Rich Marine Life: From dolphins and turtles to vibrant coral reefs, the waters around Masirah teem with life.

Water Sports: The strong winds and expansive beaches make it a top destination for kitesurfing and windsurfing.

Cultural Experience: The island is home to small fishing villages and a unique glimpse into traditional Omani life.

Top 10 Beaches on Masirah Island

1. Ras Abu Rasas Beach

Known for its calm, crystal-clear waters, Ras Abu Rasas Beach is ideal for swimming and snorkeling. It is a favorite among photographers for its scenic backdrop, with dramatic rock formations framing the beach.

2. Sur Masirah Beach

A paradise for kitesurfers and windsurfers, Sur Masirah Beach combines thrilling water sports with vibrant sunsets. Local operators offer equipment rentals and lessons, making it a hotspot for beginners and pros alike.

3. Bar Al Hickman Beach

This secluded beach boasts powdery white sand and incredible birdwatching opportunities. Migratory birds, including flamingos, frequent this place, making it a must-visit for nature lovers.

4. Khor Ghawi Beach

Surrounded by mangroves, Khor Ghawi Beach offers specific kayaking reports. The calm lagoons are perfect for exploring the environment, incorporating fish, crustaceans, and rare bird species.

5. Ras Kaydah Beach

Famous for being a nesting ground for loggerhead and green turtles, this beach provides a glimpse into the island’s thriving natural world. Visit during nesting season for an unforgettable experience.

6. Jurf Beach

Popular among locals for picnics and fishing, Jurf Beach has a lively yet laid-back vibe. It’s an excellent spot for catching fresh seafood and practicing traditional Omani cooking.

7. Ras Hilf Beach

Ras Hilf Beach is located close to the central metropolis and offers family-friendly services, such as shaded picnic areas. The calm waters suit children, making it an excellent choice for families.

8. Karwan Beach

Karwan Beach is best for those looking for a peaceful retreat. Its beaches are scattered with seashells, making it a haven for collectors. The calm environment is good for meditation and relaxation.

9. Dhabab Beach

Dramatic cliffs and hidden coves make Dhabab Beach a scenic delight. The beach is great for coastal hiking and offers panoramic views of the island’s rugged beauty.

10. Al Nakhil Beach

A serene escape with golden sands, Al Nakhil Beach is perfect for a quiet stroll. Its clear waters are also great for swimming and snorkeling, making it a versatile choice for visitors.

How to Plan Your Trip to Masirah Island

Getting There: Drive from Muscat to Shannah Port, followed by a ferry ride to Masirah.

Transportation on the Island: Rental cars are recommended for exploring the island.

Accommodations: From basic guesthouses to eco-resorts, options are available to suit all budgets.

Masirah Island Tour Packages

Explore Masirah Island effortlessly with Oman Safari Tours. Tailored Masirah Island Tour Packages include beach visits, water sports, and cultural experiences. Whether you’re looking for a day trip from Muscat or a multi-day adventure, their packages ensure a seamless experience.

Activities Beyond the Beaches

Masirah Island isn’t just about beaches. Visitors can also:

Go on a desert safari to explore the island’s arid interior.

Visit historical landmarks, such as ancient ruins and shipwreck sites.

Experience the local fishing culture by joining a fishing expedition.

Best Time to Visit Masirah Island

The best time to go is from October to April, when the weather is cool and first-class. natural world enthusiasts should recall visiting between may and August to witness turtle nesting.

Tips for a Perfect Masirah Island Getaway

Pack sunscreen, hats, and plenty of water to stay hydrated.

Respect local customs and dress modestly.

Carry cash, as ATMs are limited on the island.

Conclusion

Masirah Island is a treasure trove of natural beauty, offering some of the most serene beaches in Oman. Whether you’re looking to relax on golden sands, explore marine life, or indulge in exciting water sports activities, the island guarantees an unforgettable getaway. e book your tour with Oman Safari Tours today for a hassle-free experience.

FAQs

Q1: How do I get to Masirah Island?You can drive from Muscat City to Shannah Port, then take a ferry to the island.

Q2: Are there guided tours available?Yes, Oman Safari Tours offers customized packages that cover beaches, water sports, and cultural highlights.

Q3: What’s the best time to visit Masirah Island?The ideal time is from October to April for pleasant weather.

Q4: Can I spot wildlife on Masirah Island?Yes, the island is home to turtles, dolphins, and diverse bird species.

Q5: Are there accommodations near the beaches?Yes, several resorts and guesthouses are available across the island.

Q6: What other attractions can I explore on Masirah Island?Apart from beaches, you can enjoy Desert Safaris, historical sites, and cultural experiences.

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Grocery Stores in San Pedro Belize

When you’re exploring San Pedro, renting a golf cart from GO San Pedro Rental is hands down the best way to get around. With one of our golf carts, you’ll have the freedom to explore the island at your pace and stock up on essentials with ease.

The island is full of grocery stores, each with unique offerings to fit your needs. Here’s a breakdown of the best options, from everyday essentials to fresh tortillas and specialty snacks.

1. Super Buy

Location: Angel Coral Street, San Pedro Phone: 226-4306

Super Buy is a go-to supermarket for a wide selection of products, making it ideal for travelers planning to cook or prepare some of their own meals. You’ll find everything from fresh produce to snacks and pre-cooked meals, although a note of caution: check frozen products before buying to avoid potential issues. Prices are generally cheaper than dining out, so it’s a great option for staying on budget. Just ensure you inspect items for quality, especially in the freezer section.

2. Island City Supermarket

For those looking to save, Island City Supermarket is a fantastic choice. They often offer discounts—up to 10% off on weekends or anytime if you purchase a $2 savings card. While discounts aren’t available on sale items, the savings still make it worth a visit, especially if you’re stocking up on essentials like cleaning supplies, housewares, and snacks. Car Rental San Pedro Belize

3. Public Supermarket

If you’re seeking convenience, Public Supermarket offers a one-stop shopping experience with competitive prices on a wide variety of goods. One of the best perks is their free delivery service, making it easy to get what you need without having to carry heavy bags back to your place. Public Supermarket is perfect for bulk shopping if you’re planning an extended stay on the island.

4. Caye Value Store

Located right on Laguna Drive, Caye Value Store is a variety shop that stocks an array of everyday essentials and specialty items. This shop is close to GO San Pedro Rental, making it a convenient stop as soon as you pick up your golf cart. Here, you can find just about anything you need in a pinch, and it’s a good option for small items or last-minute necessities.

5. Marina’s Super Store

For freshly made tortillas and other bakery delights, Marina’s Super Store is a local favorite. Known for their fresh flour tortillas, often still warm when purchased, they also offer bread and other basics at reasonable prices. Marina’s has fast service and is open later than many other stores on the island, making it a great stop for late-night grocery runs. You’ll find it opposite Maya Island Air, near the airstrip—a quick stop if you’re headed into town from the airport.

Contact Information: Address: Opposite Maya Island Air, Airstrip Area, San Pedro Phone: +501 226-3370 or +501 226-3156

6. El Dorado Grocery Store

For smaller, budget-friendly shopping trips, El Dorado Grocery Store offers affordable options on basic staples and snack items. Plan your visit on a Tuesday afternoon or Wednesday if you’re looking for fresh produce; this is when they restock after the island’s delivery day. El Dorado is located on Pescador Drive (Middle Street), a central spot to stop in while you’re exploring San Pedro.

With a golf cart from GO San Pedro Rental, you can explore all these grocery stores and enjoy shopping with ease. Whether you’re planning a beach picnic, stocking up for your vacation rental, or just want to try some local tortillas, these stores have you covered. Start your adventure with the comfort and convenience of a top-quality golf cart from GO San Pedro Rental and get ready to make the most of Ambergris Caye! Belize Monthly Golf Cart rental Rates.

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Airport Harbour View Motel Auckland, New Zealand: Your Perfect Stay Near Auckland’s Attractions

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Auckland, the vibrant gateway to New Zealand, is known for its breathtaking landscapes, bustling city life, and proximity to awe-inspiring natural wonders. For visitors flying into this iconic city, finding comfortable, affordable, and convenient accommodation is essential. The Airport Harbour View Motel in Auckland stands out as an ideal choice for travelers looking for a hassle-free stay close to both the airport and key attractions. This motel offers a blend of cozy amenities, modern comforts, and a location that provides easy access to everything Auckland has to offer.

Why Choose the Airport Harbour View Motel?

Located just minutes from Auckland Airport and offering serene views of Manukau Harbour, the Airport Harbour View Motel is a popular pick for travelers seeking comfort, convenience, and affordability. With spacious rooms, essential amenities, and a dedicated focus on guest satisfaction, this motel makes the perfect home base whether you're visiting for a short layover or an extended stay.

Prime Location: Close to the Airport and City Center

The location of Airport Harbour View Motel is undoubtedly one of its best assets. It’s strategically situated only a short drive from Auckland Airport, making it highly convenient for both domestic and international travelers. Not only does this eliminate the hassle of long commutes, but it also reduces travel stress after a long flight.

In addition to its proximity to the airport, the motel is also near Auckland's city center, allowing guests easy access to popular tourist spots such as Regal Residency, Auckland Art Gallery, and the bustling Viaduct Harbour. If you’re an adventurer looking to explore Auckland’s beaches or nearby islands, you’ll appreciate the easy access to highways that lead to places like Waiheke Island and the scenic Waitakere Ranges.

Accommodation Options: Spacious and Well-Equipped Rooms

The Airport Harbour View Motel provides a range of comfortable and spacious rooms, ideal for both single travelers and families. Rooms are designed to meet various needs, from solo business travelers to families on holiday. Each room is tastefully decorated with modern furnishings and includes amenities to ensure a comfortable stay. Room options include studio units, one-bedroom suites, and family units, all featuring essentials such as:

High-speed Wi-Fi

Fully equipped kitchenettes with microwaves, refrigerators, and cooking utensils

Comfortable bedding with plush mattresses and quality linens

Flat-screen TVs with cable channels for in-room entertainment

Ensuite bathrooms with modern fixtures and toiletries

These in-room amenities provide a home-like experience for guests, ensuring they have everything they need for a comfortable and convenient stay.

Amenities and Facilities: Designed for Guest Comfort

Guests staying at the Airport Harbour View Motel enjoy access to various facilities designed to make their stay enjoyable and worry-free. Key amenities include:

Free On-Site Parking: A major plus for travelers with rental cars, as parking in the city can often be costly.

Daily Housekeeping Services: Rooms are regularly cleaned, ensuring a neat and tidy environment.

24-Hour Reception Desk: This is particularly beneficial for travelers arriving on late-night flights or needing assistance with travel inquiries.

Laundry Facilities: On-site laundry options help guests manage their own cleaning needs, a helpful feature for longer stays.

These thoughtful amenities add to the convenience of the motel, making it a comfortable and functional choice for all types of travelers.

Nearby Attractions: Discover Auckland’s Best

The motel’s location also gives visitors easy access to some of Auckland’s top attractions. Within a short drive, guests can explore the best that Auckland has to offer:

1. Regal Residency

Just a 15-minute drive away, the Regal Residency offers breathtaking 360-degree views of Auckland. Visitors can enjoy the observation decks, dine at high-end restaurants, or try the SkyJump for an adrenaline-filled experience.

2. Auckland War Memorial Museum

Located in the Auckland Domain, this museum offers an extensive collection of exhibits on New Zealand’s history, art, and natural heritage. The museum is a 20-minute drive from the motel and a fantastic spot to learn about the region's rich cultural history.

3. Manukau Harbour

For those who love natural beauty, the nearby Manukau Harbour offers scenic waterfront views, opportunities for water activities, and beautiful walking trails. Guests at the motel can easily spend an afternoon here, soaking up the serene landscape.

4. One Tree Hill and Cornwall Park

One Tree Hill, a volcanic peak surrounded by lush green Cornwall Park, is a top spot for panoramic views of the city and its surroundings. It’s a short drive from the motel, making it a must-visit destination for nature enthusiasts.

Dining Options: Savor Auckland’s Culinary Scene

Auckland is known for its rich culinary diversity, offering everything from fine dining to local street food. Near the Airport Harbour View Motel, guests will find a variety of dining options to suit all tastes and preferences. Some popular nearby spots include:

The Grove: Known for its innovative Kiwi cuisine and beautiful presentation.

Baduzzi: A popular Italian restaurant offering a cozy atmosphere and delicious dishes.

Giapo: This dessert haven is famous for its unique ice cream creations, a must-visit for anyone with a sweet tooth.

The motel’s proximity to these dining hotspots allows guests to enjoy Auckland’s food scene with minimal effort.

Transportation and Accessibility: Getting Around Auckland

One of the standout features of staying at Airport Harbour View Motel is the ease of transportation. Public transit options are readily accessible from the motel, with bus stops and train stations nearby, allowing for quick access to downtown Auckland. For those preferring a more independent way to explore, car rentals are also available close to the motel. Additionally, the motel’s front desk offers assistance with arranging transport options, making it even easier for guests to navigate the city.

Customer Service: A Welcoming and Helpful Staff

A key highlight that sets the Airport Harbour View Motel apart is its dedication to customer service. The staff at the motel are known for their warm hospitality and willingness to go above and beyond to ensure guests have a pleasant stay. They’re available to help with tour recommendations, local tips, and transportation arrangements, creating a seamless and enjoyable experience for all visitors.

Conclusion: 

The Airport Harbour View Motel in Auckland is an excellent choice for travelers looking for convenience, comfort, and affordability. With its prime location near the airport and city center, spacious rooms, thoughtful amenities, and friendly service, it provides an ideal accommodation experience for a variety of travelers. Whether you’re visiting for business, vacation, or a quick layover, the motel’s offerings ensure a satisfying stay, leaving you free to explore the beauty and excitement of Auckland with ease.

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Michigan Winter Cabins: Your Ultimate Guide to Cozy Getaways

Michigan is a state renowned for its natural beauty, and during winter, this beauty transforms into a snowy wonderland. Whether you’re an outdoor enthusiast seeking adventure or someone looking to relax in a cozy cabin, Michigan’s winter cabins offer the perfect escape. This guide explores the best winter cabins in Michigan, what to expect during your stay, and tips for making the most of your winter getaway.

Why Choose a Winter Cabin in Michigan?

Winter in Michigan is magical. The landscape is blanketed in snow, creating a picturesque setting that’s perfect for various winter activities. Staying in a cabin allows you to immerse yourself in this stunning environment, offering a unique experience that a hotel cannot provide. Here are a few reasons to consider a winter cabin getaway:

Natural Beauty: Experience the serene beauty of snow-covered trees, frozen lakes, and starry nights.

Outdoor Activities: Enjoy skiing, snowboarding, snowshoeing, and ice fishing, all accessible from your cabin.

Cozy Atmosphere: Nothing beats a warm fire, hot cocoa, and a comfortable cabin to unwind in after a day of outdoor fun.

Privacy and Space: Cabins provide more space and privacy than traditional hotel rooms, making them ideal for families and groups.

Top Winter Cabin Destinations in Michigan

1. Mackinac Island

Mackinac Island, known for its historical significance and stunning views, transforms into a winter paradise. While cars are not allowed, you can explore the island on foot, by horse-drawn carriage, or by snowmobile. Stay at a cozy cabin or a historic hotel that offers winter packages, including ice skating and cross-country skiing.

2. Leelanau Peninsula

The Leelanau Peninsula, located along Lake Michigan, is famous for its charming towns and breathtaking scenery. Winter activities here include snowshoeing through the Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore and wine tasting at local wineries that stay open during the winter months. Renting a cabin in this area allows you to enjoy the winter beauty while being close to cozy cafes and shops.

3. Big Bear Lake

For those looking for adventure, Big Bear Lake in the northern part of the state offers snowmobiling trails, ice fishing, and cross-country skiing. The area has numerous cabins for rent, many of which come equipped with hot tubs, fireplaces, and stunning lake views, perfect for relaxing after a day of outdoor activities.

4. Boyne Mountain Resort

Boyne Mountain is a premier winter destination in Michigan. Known for its ski slopes, this area offers a variety of winter cabins, from rustic to luxurious. In addition to skiing and snowboarding, you can enjoy snow tubing, ice skating, and even indoor water park fun at the resort. After a day on the slopes, unwind in a cozy cabin with friends and family.

5. Pigeon River Country State Forest

If you prefer a more secluded experience, the Pigeon River Country State Forest offers a range of cabins surrounded by nature. This area is perfect for cross-country skiing, snowshoeing, and wildlife watching. The tranquility of the forest and the beauty of the snow-covered trees create an enchanting winter retreat.

What to Expect in a Michigan Winter Cabin

When booking a winter cabin in Michigan, it's essential to know what to expect. Here are some common features and amenities to look for:

Fireplace or Wood Stove: A warm, inviting fire is the perfect way to relax after a day outdoors.

Fully Equipped Kitchen: Cook up a hearty meal or bake some winter treats with family and friends.

Hot Tub: Enjoy a soak under the stars, surrounded by snow.

Cozy Decor: Many cabins feature rustic decor, enhancing the winter getaway experience.

Outdoor Equipment: Some cabins come with sleds, snowshoes, or other outdoor gear to use during your stay.

Tips for Your Michigan Winter Cabin Getaway

1. Book Early

Winter is a popular time for cabin rentals in Michigan. To secure your desired location, especially during holidays, book your cabin well in advance.

2. Plan Activities Ahead of Time

While spontaneous adventures can be fun, planning your activities ahead of time ensures you make the most of your trip. Research local attractions, trails, and activities to have a well-rounded experience.

3. Pack Accordingly

Michigan winters can be frigid, so pack appropriate winter clothing, including layers, waterproof boots, and accessories like gloves and hats. Don’t forget your cozy socks for those evenings by the fire!

4. Check for Cabin Amenities

Before booking, confirm what amenities are included in your cabin rental. Some cabins may offer additional services like grocery delivery or guided tours, enhancing your experience.

5. Disconnect and Enjoy Nature

Winter cabins provide the perfect opportunity to disconnect from technology and reconnect with nature. Take time to enjoy the beauty around you, whether it's through a quiet walk in the snow or stargazing on a clear night.

Conclusion

A winter cabin getaway in Michigan promises adventure, relaxation, and unforgettable memories. With so many stunning locations and cozy accommodations, you’re sure to find the perfect spot to enjoy the beauty of winter. Whether you’re hitting the slopes, exploring snow-covered trails, or simply unwinding by the fire, Michigan’s winter cabins offer an idyllic escape from the hustle and bustle of daily life.

Ready to book your Michigan winter cabin? Explore our selection of cabins at Glamp Michigan and start planning your winter adventure today!