Thoughts Of An Expat Living On Anguilla

Whilst spending a week shadowing His Excellency, the Governor, Mr Andrew George, I took the opportunity to find out more about the ninth Governor of Anguilla.

Watching the Governor present interactive whiteboards to the Education Department of the Government of Anguilla, I reflected that in his thirty three years with Her Majesty’s Diplomatic Service he must have seen a thing or two and had some adventures along the way.

As I examined my friend Sheryl from head to toe, I reflected that she and I were going to know each other very well by the end of the day!
We were busy working on the St John Ambulance of Canada Emergency First Aid with Adult CPR Course.

My husband and I had an old friend, Margaret, staying with us for a short while. This prompted me to become a tourist for a few weeks as we looked for ways to ensure she had fun while on Anguilla. This proved interesting.

A long, long time ago, when my boyfriend and I were both young - he was a sailor, I had an eye for a lad in a Navy Blue Suit - there was a battle between two countries over a small group of islands in the South Atlantic Ocean - the Falklands.

Anguilla’s beaches are public, free for everyone to enjoy whenever they want.

Or so we are told.

“I have to take off ALL my clothes?!”

This was my first visit to a spa and I was shocked.

It had all started when my friend asked me if I had ever had a massage. She had had several and loved them, but had not tried one on island. She wanted one here. I smiled and said I had never had one and did not know where to go for one, little dreaming that I would be carted off to try a massage for myself.

The fright I had given myself on my last dive led to a determination not to let this beat me. I would regret it forever.