When visiting Cayman Islands, you can make a trip to Hell. This little section of the Island is named for the landscape that looks like it was formed from violent volcanoes. In reality, the rocks were eaten away by erosion over many years.
It’s not much to see, but my mom wanted to take me there. I’m sure the taxi driver thought we were two dumb American tourists when we insisted on “Going to Hell” after our snorkeling excursion. But he acquiesced, and took us to our requested destination.
Once we were there, we explained to our driver that we were not there for a tourist trap. While my grandmother was still alive, she had watched me “Run Thru Hell” and win.
Additionally, my mom went on a cruise with my grandmother before her health started to significantly decline. They visited this exact spot, despite my deeply religious grandmother’s hesitation.
And now, here I was, many years later standing with my mom in the same spot.
I come from multiple generations of incredibly strong women. From my great-grandmother, to my grandmother, to my mom, to me – our blood flows with an indomitable spirit.
So take that life! I’ve been to Hell and back!
And through it all, I am Clearly Alive.