The Farmers’ Almanac was right. It announced almost a year ago that all of the northeast would experience a colder than normal winter with snow, ice and other weather weapons assaulting us. With this forecast in mind, did we rush to buy airline tickets and rent a house for two or three months in Hawaii?
No, we simply put hands on hips and double dared Jack Frost to team up with Mother Nature and deliver that brutal kind of winter. I enjoy an occasional snow day: an excuse to cancel all plans and schedules, light a fire and relax with feet up, a good book and a steaming cup of tea.
As you have witnessed, experienced or heard, this winter did validate the Farmers’ Almanac and brought fierce winds, outer-galactic temperatures and shovel-demanding amounts of snow.
We missed our big chance for a month in Hawaii but decided to rescue the last part of winter in the northeast by signing on for a cruise. We’ll go to warm climates and see places we’ve never seen before: Belize, Roatan and Cozumel. Now we have something to look forward to that helps bear the drudgery of our forced house arrest.
Belize, Roatan, and Cozumel boast beautiful, unspoiled beaches and places to snorkel and scuba dive. The waters there boast rare, colorful fish that live only in their reefs. You’ll never see creatures like those at the Jersey shore!
Reservations finalized, payments processed and new passports issued, we start day dreaming about bathing suits, sun screen and brightly colored featherweight outfits.
On a relaxing and newly optimistic Sunday morning we sit, have a leisurely breakfast and read the papers. That’s when I see it in the travel section. A headline over a picture of a pristine, alluring and uncrowded beach are the words,”Roatan: The New Murder Capital of the World.” The article proceeds to tell the world about its growing problem with drugs, robberies, and killings.
We called the cruise line immediately. They assured us that they would not take their passengers to any dangerous places. Too many cruise lines have been in the news lately describing illnesses on board, ships getting stuck on sand bars, and pirates overtaking ships: or was that a Tom Hanks’ movie?
There are no sure things, and nothing is without risk. So onward we shall go, and hope for a safe, uneventful vacation.
Why didn’t the Farmers’ Almanac predict this turn of events?