Briefly escaping the ruthless north-eastern winter, with its treacherous and icy frigidity, was enough of a reason for this to be a superb getaway, but combined with fantastic weather, beautiful beaches, and 24-hour drink service, the overall experience was... perfect.
|A picture that Kyle took of alcohol at one of the bars. I believe that it's because one of the bottles says "Bols." The maturity of the male species never ceases to amaze me.|
Alas, it was time to leave and go back to where I was to be referred to as “MOM!!!” instead of “ma'am.”
Where I would be asked “What's for dinner?” as opposed to “What can I get for you?”
“Ugh- fine,” rather than “It's my pleasure.”
As we checked out and said adios to sun, sand, and CraigRuss, I turned and looked back at the grand lobby, with its gorgeous marble tiles, gilded birdcages, and cascading fountains. It would indeed be quite an adjustment to return to a household overcome with baby toys and dog hair...
|On the left, food... On the right, a river that I almost fell in every night.|
Gathering up our over-stuffed suitcases, we walked toward the bus that would serve as transportation for our journey back to the miniscule airport. Quizzically, I regarded the immensity of the shuttle. “How in the world is a vehicle this size going to fit down these narrow little streets?” I nervously giggled as I whispered to Kyle. He nodded-stunned and disturbed himself- in response. Recalling the bumpy and nauseating ride here, I chose two seats up front, where I could gaze out the windshield to try to avoid the inevitable motion sickness that I could feel rumbling about even before our drive began.
Tomorrow's installment: The Departure, ~B~