Quarantined on a tropical island in the Bahamas
Five years ago my husband Pete and I made the bold decision to walk away from our overly-scheduled lives in the Bay Area and move to a tiny tropical island in the Bahamas. We sold two of our three small businesses, our iconic home- an original Eichler, and everything in it before bidding a fond farewell to the Golden State, where we’d lived for the last seven years. But unlike Ol’ Blue Eyes, my heart came along with me as we left San Francisco and settled into a storybook way of life in a charming seaside village called Hope Town.
The early days of island life were pure bliss- we rose with the sun and slept beneath the stars. We explored new places, made new friends and relished in their stories of the island’s rich and riveting history. I took up gardening- and Pete, spearfishing; we ate what we gathered and grew. We bought a small bungalow near the beach (which we filmed for HGTV) and began fixing it up, ending each day with a swim in the tranquil, turquoise waters of the Sea of Abaco. The friends that we made had become like family, and we spent many nights together, drinking wine on the deck while their children performed puppet shows and entertained us with song and dance- their boundless…
