I spent the Christmas holidays strolling through SoHo, hailing cabs on Broadway and taking in the elaborate window displays down 5th Avenue. It was the eve of the New Year and the new decade, and I was feeling hopeful about what 2020 would bring. I was also feeling particularly proud of myself for having cleverly paired my New York trip with a quick jaunt to Bermuda. Culminating my vacation with my feet covered in pink sand was the gift I was most eager to unwrap. And it was as glorious as I thought it would be. I considered phoning some friends to let them know I was on the island, but Bermuda was so quiet (in comparison to the island of Manhattan) that I selfishly wanted her all to myself. I’ll catch up with them the next time I’m here, I thought as I sipped a rum swizzle and gazed at the ocean through a moon gate at the pretty-in-pink Princess Hotel. Moon gates are circular structures that are synonymous with Bermudian architecture. Having visited Bermuda a few times before, I had surely noticed them. Yet, this time, I couldn’t get enough of them. Over the next three days, I photographed several moon gates around Hamilton, stole a kiss inside of one, made a wish while walking through another, and even purchased a painting of moon gate at the Clocktower shops of Royal Naval Dockyard. What was it about this little circle that surreptitiously stole my heart? At the end of my journey, while sitting at the departure gate and thinking about my newfound appreciation for these silly circles, I managed to jot down the following note: “Next trip to BDA, ask Colin re: moon gates.” by Mari de Armas H PE Portal of
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