I can’t believe it’s November already. And that Thanksgiving is only hours away. And that Christmas is right around the corner. And that 2011 is close to being history. Thinking about how quickly this year has flown by has got me thinking about what I was doing around this time last year. I’ll give a hint:
If you guessed traveling from St. Louis to the tiny little island of Guam that I call home, you guessed right. Last November, Mikey, my parents and I spent two weeks on Guam, visiting family and celebrating Thanksgiving the island way (which means indulging in a spread of food that’s 10x more endless than your brain can even begin to process).
To sum up the trip in a sentence just wouldn’t do it justice. But in a nutshell, it was unbelievable. You see, I was born in Michigan and at eight months of age, my dad got stationed at Andersen Air Force Base on Guam. Since both my parents are from Guam (Dad born on Maui, but raised on Guam and Mom born and raised on Guam), it was a treat to be headed home to be close to family. But after five years, Dad received his next set of orders to Ft. Worth, Texas. And it was back to the states we went.
We went home to Guam twice since leaving in 1990 — but all for unfortunate reasons. In the early 90s, we went back for the death of my grandfather and again the following year for the one-year anniversary of his death. The next visit was in 2007 for the death of my grandmother. Never had we been back to Guam for positive reasons — to enjoy the gorgeous tropical isle that Mikey had never seen and that I couldn’t even remember and reconnect with family and friends that we’d missed for oh-so long.
I’ll say it again — the trip was unbelievable. So unbelievable that I’m going to relive it for the next few days on the blog. Because as we gradually slip into these frigid winter temperatures, I naturally wish for sun and sand and island food. In fact, this is prime time for me to start thinking of 2012 vacations. This dose of nostalgia ought to get the vacation wheels in my head turning.
Visiting Two Lover’s Point
One of the first tourist sites we visited was Two Lover’s Point on the northern end of the island. What is it, exactly? You can tell by the photo above that it has amazing views of the coast line and miles and miles of stunning blue ocean. Some of the prettiest shades of blue I’ve seen.
But the significance of Two Lover’s Point can be traced back to an old Chamorro (Chamorros are what we call Guam natives) legend. The legend tells the tale of star-crossed lovers (very Romeo and Juliet -esque) and involves the daughter of a Chamorro chief who fell in love with a Chamorro boy. Problem was that the Chamorro girl had been betrothed to a Spanish captain. When she learns of the plans for the arranged marriage, she and the boy flee. The Spanish captain catches word of their escape and he goes after the two lovers, chasing them into the jungle. Eventually the captain and his fellow soldiers corner the boy and girl at the edge of a cliff (the one pictured above), and instead of succumbing the captain’s demands, the two lovers turn around and leap to their deaths into the sea. All for love.
Now Two Lover’s Point has become both a popular tourist site and wedding ceremony location for the Japanese. I think we were the only non-Japanese speaking tourists on the tour — as was the case for nearly every tourist site we visited during our stay. Fortunately, it wasn’t too crowded, so we got a number of decent photos without accidentally elbowing the others.
There’s a lot more on Guam to come. Stay tuned!