Yes, The Water Is Really That Blue

Not quite on the ship yet but here are some impressions of Nassau, Bahamas.
Very friendly airport. There were no less than three greeters when we stepped off the plane, who shook our hands and welcomed us. The customs line had a live reggae-ish band, and the customs officials were friendly. This is obviously a country that wants to make a good first impression.
No one had told me that they drive on the left side of the roads here, so the ride to the hotel was a bit shocking. (I added the first new word to my travel vocabulary: jitney.)
The port town isn't too different from Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco. There were a few things out of the ordinary, though:
First, the stores and shops here cater to a wide range of tourist types. I saw Gucci and diamond stores on the same block as shops that advertised "3 T-shirts for $10!" as well as crafts booths where local people were selling wood carvings. Some stray dogs wandered the street, and drivers honked to scare them out of the road. A shady guy was selling condoms out of a plastic shopping bag.
But all in all, this doesn't feel too foreign. Everything is in dollars, the stores play MGMT, and the tourist souvenirs are tacky.
I did get a glimpse of my future home:

I'll move in tomorrow morning. Byebye, Bahamas.