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The Super Bowl Shuffle

Jim McMahon and friends head to the Cayman Islands

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Super Bowl Shuffle Caymanian Style

I blew off my 2nd period Spanish class to chat with Jim McMahon and with Grant Fuhr about his recent beach wedding in the basketball gym.

Let’s back up a second for the real I didn't teach. Back in 2014, a Caymanian teenager had been bullied on the internet after losing a fight at school. Unfortunately soon after, so embarrassed and ashamed, he took his own life. He had been a basketball player on island. Former European pro basketball player Cory McGee had coached him and decided to act. He made it his goal that no other teenager in the Cayman Islands would be bullied to the point that they felt the only possibility would be taking their own life. He set out spreading the word about bullying at local schools and bringing in friends from the sports and entertainment worlds.


Grant Fuhr, Jim McMahon, and Michael Holding

When I walked into the ARC (our basketball gym), standing against the wall were former Chicago Bear’s quarterback Jim McMahon, multiple Stanley Cup winner goalie Grant Fuhr, and West Indies cricket great Michael Holding. As the 12 to 18 year old students filed into the ARC, all having been born after 1998, none were aware that the Super Bowl Shuffle even existed.



Trivia: Which guy is Grant Fuhr who won several Stanley Cups with Wayne Gretzky? Not the guy on the right!

Yet being that these athletes were “famous”, they performed the duty expected of any good citizen around athletes, they requested autographs. They asked for them on any piece of paper they could find. Since the fine institution of Cayman International School has a strong conglomerate of hockey crazed Canucks, they all flocked like maple syrup to pancakes to Grant Fuhr. That left Michael Holding comfortably sitting in a metal chair by himself and Jim McMahon stuck leaning on a wall next to me talking about golf in Phoenix and his impending graduation from BYU.

All three sports figures spoke about the need to stand up to bullies like New Mexicans should fight to keep Texans off their ski slopes. Most impressive was Michael Holding’s message upon the crowd to simply “treat others like you would like to be treated”.

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The Staycation

A weekend family vacation to an exotic land

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There are a few items that are clearly Caymanian.

One being the famous saying, "Not today bobo.".

Another would be conch fritters on Seven Mile Beach.

Another one is the staycation.


The only way to leave the island of Grand Cayman is by plane. There are no ferries that visit other islands in the Caribbean from here, so your only option is jumping on a plane. And even people living on the whale shaped slice of paradise still need a vacation. So the staycation provides the best option. You simply stay at a hotel on the lightly populated East End (whale head) of the island away from the hustle and bustle of the West End (whale fin).

Do you see the whale shape?

Our highly anticipated fall break arrived and Nadine and I decided to take our first staycation and hang out with the Roney family.

Early Friday night, we packed our 2007 Ford Taurus with bags, 3 children, a baby swing, and one mother-in-law, and made the long 45 minute drive east.


The weekend weather welcomed us with a bang . . . as in a lightning show followed by buckets of rain. This show coincided with Jon and I's maiden voyage to the outdoor bar.

The beds that pulled out of the wall mesmerized our kids. Simply having a huge open space on the water with her mother nearby thrilled Nadine. And little Annabelle was satisfied to sip on some milk and swing in her swing.


The kids spent the weekend occupying every possible body of water in the vicinity except for that one big body of water called the Caribbean Sea.

Purely by happenstance, the Kyrs 30K Solo run road race started at East End. Morritt's Resort was right next door to the Reef. There had the 19 mile race, but hey, there was no way I was going to run 19 miles while on "staycation". For slackers like myself, they had a much shorter 5K race. I decided to go with that one.

The 5K was scheduled to start at 7:00, so I woke up at 6:20. When I signed up, I (mis)understood that they were going to start the race at 7:15. So I returned to my room 200 yards down the road and waited in the comfort of a sofa chair. Around 7:10, I decided I should make my way to the starting line. Yet once I set foot on the road, I noticed a large group of people in the distance clumped together. A quick glance at my watch indicated it was only 7:11. Strange enough, that same group of people in neon outfits became more distant as I walked. The race had already started. My race started immediately and I easily added an eighth of a mile to my run. When I reached the actual starting line, everyone had rounded a corner and was out of sight. In my defense, I caught the seven year old girl at mile 2.

Our first staycation left us all refreshed and happy. In the end, the kids liked the staycation enough that they decided that they would rather live at the Reef instead of our current apartment in town.


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Caymanian Postal Service

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In preparation for a student service/adrenaline trip to Costa Rica, our educational tour company sent t-shirts, journals, and luggage tags for all participants. It was my responsibility to pick them up.

One of the first little nuggets of advice I received from my fellow educators was have anything valuable sent with a friend on their flight, not through the mail.

If a package is in transit, the process is:

- Receive a package notification in your mailbox
- Stroll to the airport post office and present your note
- Post office attendant retrieves said package
- Attendant opens package and assesses if you must pay a minimal duty (tax)
- Walk away happy with your new package

The reality was slightly different.

I never received a note in my mailbox even though a delivery notification in my email stated that the package was already on island. Four days later the same email stated that it had arrived, cleared customs, and was ready to be picked up. Yet I never received a note from the Cayman Postal Service. I figured I would chance it and go without a note.

I left a two hour cushion to run between school and the post office. I strolled into the post office at 9:10 and no one was in the lobby, that was a positive sign.

I asked the man if there was a package for John White at Cayman International School.

Over the next 30 minutes, the postal worker searched the most remote corners for my package. Just to be sure, he came out to confirm my name, then it’s spelling, and finally who exactly the sender was. The box was finally located “in the back corner under some boxes”. No worries.

Then he opened the brown box and cleared its’ contents. The box of 17 t-shirts, 17 journals, and 34 luggage tags valued at $200 on the U.S. customs form produced a modest duty of $60 CI.

Lesson learned.

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A Caymanian National Sport . . .

Among Parents

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Nadine and I had to get to the Cayman Yacht Club, there was an important party. This festive event included a bus that miraculously turns into a boat. It was scheduled to depart soon. Fifty or so guests would enjoy some hors d'oeuvres and drinks before snorkeling. Once the boat docked, there was a catered buffet waiting with more hors d'oeuvres, hamburgers, pizza, seafood, and drinks next to the pool. This was one heck of a birthday party . . . for a six year old girl.

Yes, quite a few children's birthday parties on island have been out of "our" norm. We have felt a mix of emotions (surprise, astonishment, awe, inferiority) with the location, activities, and expense at these celebrations for small humans.

We've attended one at the Ritz Carlton Hotel. At another, Sophie rode horses. I've even seen a layered volcano cake actually spewing out red liquid frosting. And if you are going to have a kick ass birthday party, you're obviously going to need a lifeguard or two to watch all the kids in the pool who are either swimming and/or peeing. It's not uncommon to see guys walk around making balloon figures. The expense to actually host some of these parties easily surpasses thousands of dollars, but a little alcohol makes it worth for the parents too.

One aspect we have noticed, and maybe it's cultural, but kids don't open their gifts in front of everyone at the party, but once the party is done.

Without a doubt, the birthday parties have been entertaining and I have enjoyed myself as each one has been epic in its own way.

So when it's my turn to host a birthday party, there won't be any pressure. Well, in fact, I have a child's birthday . . . tomorrow.


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Inky the Iguana and Clucky the Chicken

Where Iguanas and Chickens Roam Free

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If you visit the Cayman Islands and don't see a chicken or iguana, you either have your head buried in a smartphone or you arrived during a hurricane. Iguanas and chickens are populous on island. Green iguanas are hanging on the sides of buildings and chickens are crossing the road so often that chicken jokes are no longer funny. Their presence permeates life on island.


Now it's important that you know that there are two types of iguanas on island, the blue and the green. The blue iguana is symbolic of Grand Cayman. Our international basketball tourney at CIS is called the Blue Iguana Jamboree. On the other hand, the green iguana is considered a pest. The blue iguana lives protected at the Queen Elizabeth II Botanic Garden. The green lives everywhere but there. The blue was on the brink of extinction, and is successfully rebounding. Locals would like for the green to be extinct.


Sophie even has a pet green iguana that sits outside her window sill. She fondly named him Inky. I'm not sure if she picked this name because she likes that pet name or due to the amount of his crap that stains the window ledge outside.


I can tell you this much, iguanas love the heat and they are stupid. You will find green iguanas perched on the ledges of buildings sunbathing. You will find them in the midday sun in open fields. You will also find them leisurely walk in the middle of busy roads finding the perfect spot in the sun. This is where the stupid comes into play. Pancake flat dead iguanas litter the streets, because the iguanas don't attempt to avoid vehicles until they're directly on top of them.


In some countries, people would kill for a single chicken. Here, flocks of chickens roam the city and countryside unfettered. On campus, they walk our outdoor hallways and disrupt classes with their incessant clucking. Our Italian neighbor downstairs collects eggs laying around every couple of days. When my parents visited in November, they intently passed some of the time watching chickens. My Mom eagerly took photos of chickens running around the airport and my Dad often mumbled, "that rooster sure does have a lot of hens following him all the time".

If iguanas and chickens are important items to see on your bucket list, book your flight to Grand Cayman.


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Cayman's Booby Birds

Spring Break on the Sister Islands

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An Easter family visit fell through, so Nadine and I looked for flights anywhere off island. I found flights back to the States . . . for Nadine and the two kids.

It would serve as the perfect pick up for a 7 months pregnant Nadine and chance for the kids to see their best friends in Omaha. Sophie and Dominic learned of the surprise trip via a home Scavenger Hunt.

I had simple goals for my time alone: a bit of solitude, sleep past 6:30, watch a movie or two, and exercise. But in the back of my mind, I still had the itch to go somewhere, anywhere. Prices on flights to Honduras and Cuba were prohibitive, so I decided to visit the Sisters. Those sisters just happen to go by the names of Cayman Brac and Little Cayman.

On a previous trip to the Brac, we learned that for the same price one could fly to both islands for the same price as visiting just one.



Cayman Brac

Population 2,000

The Brac is familiar after one visit. The plane touched down on the warm, early evening tarmac. I quickly crossed the uncut grass field next to the fire station, picked up a rental car for 21 hours, bought some snacks from the same friendly Honduran lady at the supermarket, and made the short drive to the other side of the airport and back to my student's grandma's guest house.


In 21 hours, I slept. Drove to the West End and pondered why why there aren't ferries between the two Sister islands. Walked through the Parrot Reserve and not seeing a single Cayman Brac Parrot. Walked the southeast shore climbing over iron shore rock past massive blowholes.



By all means, it was spring break, and yes, I saw some boobies. Brown boobies. White boobies. And even red-footed boobies. They were all sitting perched on the edge of the bluffs. When a brown booby is born, they are actually born with a white plumage. The adult brown boobies guard their baby white boobies from predators. I wasn't much of a predator. I was just shooting photos. Staring into the horizon, one adult brown booby performed fly bys in the gentle warm updraft of the Caribbean.

Little Cayman

Population 100


The flight between the Brac and Little Cayman lasted seven minutes. At the end of the runway, our prop plane crossed the single road circling the island and pulled up to Gate #1 in Terminal A. Gate #1 is clearly painted in white paint on a single piece of plywood hanging from Terminal A. The island's only Fire Station consists the other half of the terminal.



Seat just outside of Terminal A/Fire Station, I asked the fire fighter on duty when was the last time there was a fire on Little Cayman. He looked quizzically into the air and responded with, "hmmm, maybe six months ago. Oh wait, we had one in January, so five months ago. If we're lucky, we may have five a year."

As the fireman stated it without explicitly stating it, Little Cayman is small without many pyrotechnics. Of the 100 residents, only 25 are Caymanian. Of that 25, only 1 was actually born on Little Cayman.

The elementary/primary school currently has three students with a teacher and one teaching assistant. A school district couldn't ask for a better teacher to student ratio, unless that teacher happened to be from New Mexico.

You wouldn't know Little Cayman was a world renowned dive site if judged by the infrastructure on the surface. It has some of the best wall diving in the world. A mere 150 meters from shore, the sea floor plunges four miles down to the Cayman Trough. Visualize being at the edge of a cliff. From the edge is a four mile drop off, and hey, for shits and giggles, let's explore what's down there. That is what Jackson's Point and Bloody Bay Wall represent . . . divers in water.

I dropped my bags in a room 200 yards from the the island road/airport runway/fire department, and set out on a beach cruiser to explore. Cutting north through the middle of the island, my paved road abruptly ended with only a short sandy trail ahead. It led into brush. A short trail lay in the brush and the snorkeler's jumping off point to Jackson's Point. At dusk, it was hard to imagine that this spot, without a single hotel or restaurant was only 150 meters from the best diving spot in the entire Caribbean. It must be the way people longingly remember 7 Mile Beach before it was dotted with global hotel chains, restaurants, and tourists. I could say I was there before it was built up. My snorkeling adventure would have to wait until the next morning.


At first sunlight, I struggled to adequately slap an even layer of sunscreen on my back. I then mounted my ol' trusty red beach cruiser and peddled off. The interior of Little Cayman brings a sense of isolation, yet that dissipates once you hit Jackson's Point beach. I realized that anyone living or visiting Little Cayman is not actually on terra firma. All the people were below diving boats attached to a single white buoy. The white buoys marked a specific dive spot and divers were busy scouring the sea walls. Every hour or so, dive boats moved to the next white buoy.

That leaves me. I approached the sandy shore hesitant, but reassured with the newfound backup of having a half dozen dive boats bobbing around. To give a bit of perspective, I was just a little G.I. Joe floating over the first step of a pool that then plunged into a four mile deep end pool. Passing that initial apprehension, I swam the shallow waters towards Jackson's Point. Fifty yards out I reached the first steep and deeper water. On the surface of the water, rays of sunlight shot past me piercing the aqua blue waters. From my floating perspective, I observed stingrays gliding over coral. Schools of scuba divers littered the sea floor leaving a trail nitrogen bubbles floating to the surface past my being. Soon after, the 15 foot floor slowly graded deeper. Another 100 feet out from the beach, I arrived to what I thought was the "wall". This is where the island plunges to the Caribbean sea floor. Swimming out over the wall was surreal.

With a few remaining hours before a flight back to Grand Cayman, I finished by kayaking around picturesque South Hole Sound. I glided under the midday sun in turquoise waters chasing a pair of stingrays. I approached just close enough to the reef's edge to watch the waves crash over the natural island barrier.

South Hole Sound left just enough time to ride back to my room, pack my backpack, and make the 100 meter walk to Gate 1 in Terminal A and my flight back to the big island.

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Visiting the Bluff in the Buff

Weekend Trip to the Brac

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Moving here from the U.S., we knew we'd be around our kids a lot of the time without any significant breaks for just Nadine and I. After many gracious offers from the kind elementary school principal to watch our kids for a weekend (I don't believe weekend babysitting is in her job description), we finally took her up on her offer. Since we have been on island, our entire family has considered Angie and her husband, Kevin, to be our kids' surrogate island grandparents. They seem quite willing to fill that role.

The Cayman Islands consist of 3 total islands. They are Grand Cayman, and the 2 sister Islands, Cayman Brac and Little Cayman. Grand Cayman is the big city (pop. 60,000). Cayman Brac is the country town (pop. 2,000). And Little Cayman is a ghost town (pop. 150). Upon further research of our trusted Lonely Planet, neither one of the Sister Islands have much to do other than scuba dive, and neither one of us dive. We decided to go with Cayman Brac for our surprise Valentine's Day weekend.

Even though the Cayman Islands receive cruise ships and cargo ships, there yet isn't any type of ferry/boat service between Grand Cayman and the Sister Islands. Even though they lie 65 miles apart. So we took my favorite form of transport. We boarded the large plane destined for Kingston, Jamaica with a very brief stopover on Cayman Brac.


We sat next to a very nice lady from the Brac (that's what the local call Cayman Brac). She asked us our names, where we were from, had we ever been to the Brac before. She then resumed talking about her sick husband, her knitting business in Grand Cayman, and the state of affairs in the Cayman Islands. Everything was fair game. When the plane was 45 minutes late, she transformed from a nice, gentle soul into a very jaded, opinionated one. She then attacked Cayman Airways inability to leave on time, count the number of passengers onboard correctly. She was on the verge of counting all them herself. Eventually we took off and her hand sewn bag broke. Karma?

Fortunately for us, a student of mine has a grandmother from the Brac and they graciously offered to allow us to stay at their little guest house for only $25 a night. For the Cayman Islands, that is a bargain!



For the first time in a long time, Nadine and I felt like a pair of tourists. No kids. No responsibilities. Just throwing our backpacks in our little white Korean rental car, and exploring the 12 by 1 mile area of Cayman Brac. There are some similarities between to the two islands. The west end is the more populated side of both islands with the east end being sparcely populated. The one attribute that the Brac has over Grand Cayman is elevation. The highest point on Grand Cayman peaks at a lofty 75 feet, and that may be the island dump Mount Trashmore. The Brac on the other hand soars over Grand Cayman, its' highest point is 149 feet.





The Gaelic word brac means bluff, and the brac starts emerging from the sea as you head east. The bluff continues elevating until you abruptly hit the the Lighthouse on the eastern most point of the island. Drastically, 149 feet drop smack dab into the Caribbean Sea below. It's a great place for rock climbers. Yet the edge is not roped off, so if you explore too close to the edge, you may become a cliff diver. Or even a cliff cannonballer.





People on Cayman Brac are just as friendly just like the rest of the country. While driving around the Brac, folks would simply give each other the Texas wave from behind the steering wheel. This isn't the one you see in New Mexico where you solely flash the middle finger, rather this consists of raising your index finger. Now if we could just get them saying y'all.


Last tourist excursion was a visit to the Cayman Brac Parrot Reserve, the only place in the world where the Cayman Brac parrot lives. As Lonely Planet proudly explained on page 282 of their Caribbean Islands guidebook, "you should not have no trouble spotting one of the 400 remaining Cayman Brac parrots that are slowly reestablishing themselves." First of all Lonely Planet, 400? I only counted three. Secondly, no trouble whatsoever spotting them? As we walked over the raised wooden walkway over the limestone bluff, we were skilled and fortunate enough to only hear two or three of these 400 parrots. Never saw a single one.


Until next time, ¡hasta pronto!



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Mount Trashmore

The Highest Point on Grand Cayman Spontaneously Combusting for Your Viewing Pleasure

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Welcome to Grand Cayman

Snow days.

Teachers and students alike look forward to them. Pray for them at times. Never did I count on having an unexpected day off from school in the Cayman Islands.

Days off from school present themselves in different manners around the world. Snow days could be a couple feet of snow overnight in Canada earns you half a day off from school. A paro (strike) in Perú could easily get you a couple of days off. Any day of the week in France, goat farmers are angry about working 3 days a week, no school for a week.

Up to this point, I've only experienced snow days and paros. Peruvian paros consisted of strikers blockading major thoroughfares and burning a couple tires and throwing rocks at any cars that attempted to pass by. What we experienced on Grand Cayman needed a few more tires that that.


Wednesday morning during school, students noticed smoke rising from our next door neighbor's place, the island landfill. The island dump is recognized by accurate moniker, Mouth Trashmore. Mount Trashmore also happens to be the highest point on the very flat Grand Cayman. One of the first things you can see from the many cruise ships that dock here on any given day. You can easily smell it on the road before you see it. Kind of reminds you of the state of New Mexico.

Mount Trashmore had spontaneously combusted for the second time in as many months sending grayish blue smoke billowing past our school. Fortunately, the winds on Wednesday were headed west, away from the school and towards the five cruise ships docked in the turquoise blue waters of the Caribbean.

Thursday morning, I headed up to school early to play basketball. Riding to school, it was obvious that the smoke was thicker and the wind had changed direction from a westerly direction to northerly one, directly over campus. A night of sporadic rainfall did not halt the surge of smoke. Looking at the sunrise made me imagine what it would be like to live in any major city in China. The sky was a burnt orange and the sun was a dull oval of light in the sky.

Just as we finished basketball, Joseph poked his head into the gym and muttered a few words that I thought I would never hear on island, "No school today! It's a smoke day."


Some equipment at the landfill hasn't worked for quite awhile

I thought to myself, "Did I hear that correctly? No school today, because of the smoke? Really?" Upon confirmation, school had been cancelled. It was time to make grandiose plans, and not live up to them.

Friday morning, the kids, Nadine, and myself were ready for school, grabbing the keys, and literally heading out the door, when we received a text stating that school had been cancelled once again because of another morning of thick smoke cresting over the school. What were the chances?


The view from Seven Mile Beach

Actually, the dump is a point of contention on island right now. The landfill has been mismanaged and their equipment doesn't work properly or at all. Recycling doesn't exist. Dart Enterprises has offered to clean the landfill in exchange for the land. There are many factors involved and a committee of 20 will attempt to resolve this problem. The Cayman Islands depend on tourism, so for their sake, they should probably come up with a manageable solution.


This was the source of the first fire five days before Christmas

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Crossing Oceans

We got around in 2013

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We tend to travel a bit. 2013 was a bit different. We traveled a lot.

It was one of the more prolific years of travel since 2006-2007.

San Francisco

February consisted of a quick trip to San Francisco with hopes of an international teaching position, we got one in the Caribbean. We also scored some hard to find Pliny the Elder.


Nadine got her skiing and friend fix in Oregon in late winter.

London, England and Spain

I led over 20 students across the Atlantic to London, England and Barcelona, Valencia, and Godella for a week of Spanish language and cultural immersion.




I spent time in Hotlanta for IB school training.


Our first international vacation as a family of four introduced all to Beautiful Belize.


Papua New Guinea and Australia

Dr. Pepper and myself headed over to the other side of the world to visit our good buddy Scuba Steve as he volunteered in Papua New Guinea. PNG was a great trip that renewed the craziness and unexpected of passing outside your home borders. I have to say that PNG is travel back in time in many ways. Fortunately we were able to meet up with our friends the Bennetts in Melbourne on our return flight to the States through Australia.



Cayman Islands

In August, we finally made the move to the Cayman Islands where we work and attend the Cayman International School.




To finish the year, we returned to spend Christmas on American soil.

Here are a few stats from the year.

16 total blog entries
242,902 visits to the blog since 2006
7 countries visited
2 new countries visited - England and Papua New Guinea
53,000 miles traveled
1st international flight in business class

The first person that can successfully guess the first country (other than the United States and Cayman Islands) that I will visit in 2014, I will send you a postcard from the Caribbean. Hint: It is Spanish speaking.

We made it to the end of another blog. It's been a great year and here's to another great and eventful 2014 for all. If you find yourself in the Cayman Islands, we'll show you where the best beach is located.

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A Laborious Thanksgiving

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Thanksgiving in not any other day, it's a great American holiday.

It's is the one major American holiday that is solely celebrated in the States . . .

Well, not exactly. Canadians celebrate it as well.

But's it's a holiday that hasn't been completely transformed by retail businesses . . .

Well, not completely I guess. Black Friday has crept into Thursday afternoon of Thanksgiving


Basically, Thanksgiving is still a great American holiday that revolves around the premise of giving thanks and spending time with family, important components of life.

This isn't the first time I have been outside the United States on Thanksgiving. When I volunteered in Perú, that marked my first time abroad. Our around the world trip in 2006, we spent Thanksgiving in Asia. Yet, melancholy set in the evening before Thanksgiving knowing that it would be the first time we ever had to work on Turkey Day.

All I thought about the entire day was sitting on the couch, watching NFL football, hanging out with family, eating turkey, and then falling asleep on the couch. Due to the fact that I was teaching at CIS, I couldn't do these things.

Fortunately, a colleague had the great idea of putting together a Thanksgiving dinner in our gym. After school, several of us met up on the soccer field and played some flag football. Just like back home, except it was warm. We followed the flag football loss with a turkey potluck dinner and a Dallas Cowboys victory. Just like home, except the turkey was in a basketball gym and the Cowboys won.

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Heineken or Corona? I mean Trick or Treat

Halloween in the Cayman Islands

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There is no better time to restock candy supplies than Halloween.

Every year, Sophie and Dominic get excited to done a costume and walk the neighborhood collecting candy. Nadine and I just get excited to just see them dressed up and having fun.


Ninja Bunny and Her Faithful Sidekick

Over previous Halloweens, one of us would just sit back at the house passing out candy and the other would accompany the kids. This year, we joined a friend in her neighborhood where all the kids and parents walked together from house to house to experience a Cayman Halloween.

Yet this year, there was one big difference at Halloween. Houses kindly thought about the adult chaperones. In addition to Kit Kats and Hershey Kisses, there were coolers of beer in the "big kid" section. So while Sophie and Dominic yelled "Trick or Treat", I decided between a cold Heineken or Corona in the humid air.

This is a tradition I could throughly support. What better way, and I am positive that there aren't any better ones, to get more fathers spending quality time with their kids. And think of the fun that everyone would have - kids running around on a sugar high and their fathers chasing them with a little a liquid courage.

Happy Halloween!


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Roundabouting Grand Cayman

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Grand Cayman is not a mammoth island like Cuba, nor it is a little spit of sand dotting the Caribbean landscape. The island has a sizable population of 65,000 inhabitants, roughly the same number of Walmarts you find in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Dotted over the island may be 10 total stoplights. Transportation is just on a smaller scale.

There is 5:00 traffic, yet it only delays your commute by five minutes, but surprisingly enough, 5:00 traffic lasts until 6:30.

Driver tendencies span from grandmas inching down the road to young teenagers racing around blind corners. Iguanas never know what to expect.

Being that the Cayman Islands are a British Overseas Territory, everyone drives on the lefthand side of the road and all vehicles move completely opposite from back home.


Yet there is one thing that makes life more convenient on the road. It isn't rum, it's roundabouts.

These well designed roundabouts allow traffic to flow. Like a river. It does require you to be able to use your blinker with proficiency.

With roundabouts, you never have to idle.

Roundabouts come in two sizes, large and small.

I do question, do people have the "right" away, or the left "away"?

P.S. I added a video to Ivan's Salty Lemons

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Ivan's Salty Lemons

The Joys of Purchasing a Car on Grand Cayman

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Man has always needed to advance from one spot to another.

Here on Grand Cayman, we were no different. We decided to buy a car, and as we have learned firsthand, there are several very important steps in purchasing your first vehicle on island.

#1 - Get a Drivers License

On our second day, we headed over to the DMV, took our drivers exam. Passed it with flying colors. As long as you consider flying colors getting help from the officer in the testing room. Done.

#2 - Scour the Island for a Suitable Vehicle

Three places sell cars: online at eCaytrade.com, car dealerships, and any free space alongside the road.

eCaytrade.com(not to be confused with the much larger eBay), sells anything you could imagine. Everyone selling a vehicle lists it on eCay. Half of the cars that we test drove, were found there.

The only car I test drove at a dealership was pretty indicative of my views about them. I walked over to the Nissan, turned the keys, nothing. The ignition didn't even try to roll over. The assistant salesperson seated under the tin stand a 100 yards away, slowly stood up, and walked over with jumper cables in hand. Not the most promising sign. Before you could say "This battery is not of very good quality", the car had been jumped and I was off racing around town. Our eagerness to have some transportation was obvious by the fact that I brought Nadine and the kids to test drive the same car a second time. And a second time, the car had to be jumped. The salesperson promised that would put a new battery in it. Yeah right! That's about as likely as a New Mexican running a silverware plant.

The 2007 Ford Taurus Strikes Back

#3 - Test Drive that Bad Boy!

Once you find a car in your price range and actually are able to get a hold of someone on the phone, then you test drive that car like it's no one's business. Most importantly, you don't buy a car that was on island during Hurricane Ivan as the majority of cars were underwater. As I did, you check every little crevasse, examine the trunk, stare intently at everything under the hood, kick the tires twice just to be sure, cross your arms and scratch your chin, and audibly say "hmmmm" just so they know you just aren't quite sure the quality of this transportation. This is a very important step in any car buying experience. None of this is as important as #5. After all the posturing, you calmly ask, and not like you really need someone else's opinion, "Can I have a mechanic look over it, because it looks great to me and if everything checks out, we'll buy it for $2,000, a dozen conch shells, 48 coconuts, and a twelve pack of Ironshore Bock beer."

#4 - Verify with a Mechanic

Nadine and I had found a couple of cars that fit all of our requirements. Four wheels, cup holder (Sophie and Dominic's request), working cd player, and A/C that was a cold as the other side of the bed. All the posturing about my car knowledge blew imploded once the mechanic shared his professional opinion, and we found out the real state of those pieces of machinery. Every time, the mechanic looked at us sadly and stated, "There is no way I would buy that car John. I might pay a maximum . . . . $500. Also John, I wouldn't buy anything other than Japanese on this island. That is my one piece of advice from my experience here.". With that, we returned to step #2.

#5 - Let's Make a Deal

Find that one special car that makes your eyes twinkle. They list it at $5,000, you offer $500, both parties go back and forth until you reach that middle point, $4,500. You give them the money, grab the keys, drive off and tell yourself, "We really got a steal." Actually, this is an island where old cars don't lose value. There's not enough cars to replace them. Plus, mechanics will never go hungry from a lack of work.

#6 - Of Course Your Car is Going to Break Down

Once you have that one special vehicle. It's important to drive it. The island initiation to having a new car is that in the first week, it will break down at some point and you have to make repairs.

#7 - 2007 Ford Taurus

What actually happened:

  • After a month and a half of a rental car (You're welcome Thrifty), we test drove 12 cars. The two we considered buying turned out to be lemons. Looked beautiful, but under the hood, they were crap.
  • An accountant was leaving the island heading back to London and was looking to sell rather quickly, the car handled the roundabouts just fine. I liked the color. Nadine liked it, it was same make of her very first car. The kids liked it because it had several cup holders.
  • We made a deal, bought the 2007 Ford Taurus, officially passed the title over to us, and it was our island car. Oh, we didn't want to deal with taking it to the mechanic this time. We just went with our gut feelings here.
  • Within hours, the rusty antenna fell off. Returning from work Friday night (we bought it Thursday), we stopped at the store, came back out and it wouldn't start. We had to have the battery replaced the next day.
  • Within a week, the car was making a very annoying squeaking sound. Maybe that was the car's way of making music since our radio was broken and we don't have any cds.
  • It was a tiring month and a half experience, but we now have a car. It's gets us around Grand Cayman.

Where is it right now you might ask? It's currently at the mechanic being fixed.

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Rum Point, Aim, and Shoot

A Birthday Photo Essay

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This is the second time that Nadine has spent her birthday abroad.

The first time she was in Australia, the second time, she spent it here in the Cayman Islands.

This is a photo essay of her birthday.

First Stop, Botanical Gardens



Rum Point










Feliz Cumple Nadine


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The Wide World of Cayman Sports

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It is said that when a person moves to Grand Cayman, they either become a fitness freak or an alcoholic.

I am still weighing my options.

My first swim in the Caribbean Sea was a Wednesday late afternoon. The local Cayman Triathlon Association had organized an aquathlon. So I jumped in the water, heard the horn go off, and began swimming. While other swimmers were churning water next to me, I was more focused on the colorful fish below. My first dip in the water was a competitive one.

We've found out that Grand Cayman is an incredibly active island. Our first weekend on island, the Caymanian Compass had a half page article about the flag football league and the upcoming playoffs. Here you will find leagues from basketball to inline hockey. There's even a fencing league. Basically if there is a sport you play, it's likely there is a group playing it on the island.

Nadine and I don't want to be left out, we've already signed up for a few races.

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