Women Who Live on Rocks is the illegitimate love child of Chrissann and Baldrick’s brains on paddleboards. On one particularly typical afternoon, we had decided to go for one of our “rant n’ paddle” sessions (the island woman’s walking equivalent) and were bemused by the state of affairs on a neighbor’s dock. They had set out a couple of owl statues (which, admittedly, did look slightly menacing in their plastic realism) in the hopes of deterring the very scene playing out before our eyes – a gang of seagulls and pelicans had set-up camp and proceeded to mess the once-clean dock with the unique staining power of their silvery white, eau de fish guts droppings.
After having a much needed laugh at their expense, the subject of the afternoon’s paddle quickly turned to the absurdity that surrounds us every damn day here in “paradise”. We decided that this ridiculous little spectacle pretty much sums up life in the islands – your best laid plans tend to get pooed on. And so our lady-site was born.
Why do we call our islands “ROCKS”, you ask?
The islands we all reside on are in fact, both literally and geologically-speaking, rocks. Most tropical islands are volcanic in origin, rising out of the sea into the landmasses we call home. Living here, you will hear the word rock haphazardly integrated into a variety of terms such as “rock city” (the island itself) and “rock fever” (a stir-crazy affliction only cured with time off your rock of residence), among others.
* AUTHORS’ NOTE *
At times, our stories may be hard to believe but alas, they are all true. Unless we tell you they are fictional. But otherwise, we promise to capture our world with as much accuracy as our salty memories will allow. However, it is important to note that some names and identifying features of people, places, and businesses have been changed throughout this blog in an effort to preserve the anonymity of those who may wish to not be seen in the light we shed upon them.