Tropical-arctic clues

I remember the moment when I decided.

It was just after 6 o’clock in the morning and I was filling up bananas with one hand, holding a mug of coffee in the other.

And I had a flashback from summers of 2005 and 2007, working in this supermarket.

And I realized; It is 2010 and here I am, doing the same thing again.

Sure, many things have changed since then. I certainly have. And things will change again. But inside the supermarket, the time almost stands still.

I came back beginning of July last year, broke and bruised. I never had a vacation. I just worked. Needless to say, it was a sad summer.

That’s it, I thought, that early January morning. I’m done now. I’m healed, I’ve landed, I’ve paid back the money I borrowed. I’m free.

And I decided, I wouldn’t work there this summer. I would do something else. I would go somewhere wild.

Excitement for endless possibilites! Isn’t that the greatest feeling in the world?

Then came one of the regulars and started talking about Cayman Islands in the Caribbean. Apparently, he’s got some influence there and could help me find a job in a restaurant or hotel, where tipping is generous and salaries are tax-free!

He went on about fresh mangoes, warm breezes and the men who’d want to marry me.

It all sounded tempting (except for the marrying part)

But there was something else pulling. A desire for Northern landscapes, salty ocean breezes, massive mountains and eternal midnight light.

Norway…

My friend thinks I’m insane to choose mosquitos over burritos, but hey, didn’t I say I was looking for a sign…

Kings of Convenience, who makes the song Cayman Islands, are Norwegian.

I’ll keep you posted. šŸ˜‰