Can we offer you a cocktail?
Before we begin, that’s one thing we should probably make clear from the get-go:
we are significantly funnier if you are imbibing some sort of an adult beverage.
Raucously funnier, even, if you’re on your third.
The fact of the matter is that here in the islands, we don’t really do coffee. It’s just too hot.
Besides, any extra amped bursts of energy can make it monumentally more difficult to cultivate
the patience required for an island lifestyle that has the tendency to move at the speed of a hermit crab.
Or seemingly not at all.
Here, rather, we meet for Happy Hour –
which admittedly, has a tendency to too often commence before noon, but… you catch the drift.
Please understand that we don’t intend all of this cocktail talk to come across in an alcoholic sort of way;
it’s more indicative of our way of life – anthropologists will one day look upon island societal remains
and attribute Heineken as being one of the official sponsors of our evolution.
The fact of the matter is that we simply handle our liquor better than most people handle their caffeine.
But, we digress. About this website…
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to
actually live on a tropical island?
Most of us have allowed that daydream to pull on the kite strings
of our minds whilst on holiday at some point in our lives.
You find yourself glamorously soaking up the sunshine in your idyllic hammock du jour,
gazing out from beneath your over-sized shades upon the turquoise sea and there it is –
with a definitive exhale, you think, Yessss, I could do this forever.
It is this stream of consciousness that compels tourists to marvel upon us islanders on an almost daily basis:
HOW do you LIVE here?
They want the full story – the inside track, some magical formula that will get them from
their comparably drearier existence onto The Path to Paradise.
But, as women who have actually seen that fantasy all the way through, we’re here to confess:
For this is the essential paradox of paradise.
It is freakishly beautiful here, but these postcard-perfect views don’t come for free.
It is also freakishly frustrating to live on an island at times.
So much so that you will likely find yourself one day, in a fit of fury, actually proclaiming phrases
you once thought improbable such as Screw the beach! and Just give me a dark rainy day, dammit!
Perhaps it’s all a part of nature’s delicate balance –
if island living didn’t sometimes beat the shit out of you, everyone would live here.
And there simply isn’t room for everyone.
So we’re here to give it to you straight up, on the rocks.
It may not always be pretty. It may not always be convenient (for us at least), but by God, it will be entertaining.
If we do not celebrate the absurd, we will not survive. At least that’s what we’re hoping.
Thanks for joining us, please feel free to LOL unabashedly at our expense.
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 not wish
to be seen in the light we shed upon them.
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),
Who’s behind Women Who Live on Rocks?
Hi, I’m Chrissann!
Though I’d been wanting to write about my comical encounters in island living ever since I moved to my first rock
of St. Thomas in 2006, it never felt quite right until years later, when I finally launched this site in February of 2013.
I didn’t want to have a blog about my experiences alone, mostly because they were so limited in scope.
The more time I spent in the islands, the more amazing women I continued to meet –
all unique, endlessly interesting, and hilarious in their own ways.
I love being able to provide a space for them to share their stories.
Between this website and our Facebook page, Women Who Live on Rocks has evolved into
a fun, engaged community of rock women – whether they physically live on islands or just do in their souls.
As this badass tribe continues to grow, it is my goal to create more opportunities for you all to connect –
both here on the interwebs and in real on – de – beach life.
Beyond this site, my first children’s book for island babies, When You’re a Baby Who Lives on a Rock,
was published this year and is available online and in select island shops.
I currently call Virgin Gorda in the British Virgin Islands home.
I love meeting you all whenever I get the opportunity, so if you’re ever in my area,
please do reach out and let’s meet for a cocktail!
In the meantime, link up with me on Instagram @womanonarock – let’s drool over each other’s tropical snaps.
Until we meet again – rock on!
But enough about us! Tell us about yourself:
who vacations on rocks.
I just moved to a rock.
A former island girl
who misses her rock.
An island mama
raising kiddos on a rock.
An aspiring island girl
planning to move to a rock.
An island girl
through and through.
living on the sea near a rock.
living the dream on a rock.