A bit of an identity crisis? No. An overdue challenge, not any kind of crisis at all.
More than a decade ago - when we began the adventure recounted in this blog - we named our place False Bluff and this blog followed suit.
After all, maps of Nicaragua's Caribbean coast say "False Bluff" right where we are...or "Falso Bluff"...so why not. The name had simplicity going for it and we really needed simplicity at the start.
Over the years we cleared and planted and built and dug. What we dug was a canal from a lagoon behind us to provide us access - to our place and to the beach and to the sea. And we opened the canal to the public and then provided the public with a clear pathway that led, from the dock we built, right out to the beach.
After digging the canal, travel to this section of False Bluff was open and people didn't have to make the trip by way of the capricious Caribbean. More people have come and stayed; and many of them rightly call where they are False Bluff...just like it says even on google maps.
However, people being people, we and they are doing different things and our name needs to reflect what we're doing. So we're thinking, imagining, trying out what will best define us both now and in the future.
I'm pretty sure that somewhere in whatever name we end up with will be the two words that will forever define us: False Bluff