Just sit right back.

It's time to introduce you to my island.  I don't want to tell you her name (in Italian islands are feminine) because I don't want her to come up in any more searches.  

I could call her La Casa Gialla. But the place is filled with yellow houses (and blue and green and red and orange).

I like the name The Turquoise Window, but my windows aren't tourquoise anymore.  I had to paint them black due to a building code that I'm trying to crack. 

Fisherman's Island would work because that's what she is.  But I have wonderful memories from another Fisherman's Island in Michigan.

High Water Isle is out because they've resolved the problem of acqua alta.  The pieces of wood they attached to the bottom of the doorway to keep the rising water out were in my attic.  I've turned them into kitchen shelves. 

I almost went with The Moon Also Rises because where else can you see the sunrise, sunset, moonrise and moonset all in one day?  Well, I guess you can see that on any small island.  I just never thought I'd live on one.  Anyway, I googled it and there's already a book with that title.

I considered La Bella Vita Island, Paradise Island and Sunset Lagoon but they're a bit cliche'.

Hut Island is okay because her beach is covered with rustic huts.  It just doesn't have a very nice ring to it.  But it does remind me of what some American visitors said last month.  They called it Gilligan's Island.  And maybe they're right.  No phone, no light, no motor car, not a single luxury.  Like Robinson Crusoe, it's primitive as can be. 

The only phones that work are the landlines.   Primitive.   If I want to use my cell phone I have to go outside.  And the truth is, there are lights (even lampposts like in Venice with the green posts and soft pink lanterns).  And some people do have cars but there are a lot more bikes.  

As for luxuries......just because I go to the beach in the winter to collect wood for my woodburning stove doesn't mean everyone else does.  Most people have real heat.  And we do have a grocery store with four aisles, but I prefer the one that holds a maximum of 10 people (including the deli guy, butcher, cashier, bagger and stockboy which is usually all the same person). The fruit lady comes with the fruit truck a couple of times a week and there's a cheese truck.  And if you don't feel like going to the sea to catch mussels or clams you can always find a fisherman selling fresh fish from his boat in the lagoon.  That's luxury.

I think you get the picture.  That's precisely why I don't want to tell you her your name.    It's best to keep her a secret for as long as we can.  So for now, just sit right back and you'll hear a tale.