Hey guys. How's my tan?
Don't answer that. "Tan" for me might be more accurately described as "parchment" or "Bavarian cream" color. But I'll take what I can get, at least as long as my skin no longer blinds passing birds.
What a trip! We had a spectacular time, living the high-life in a villa 30 yards from the beach, with stellar sunsets every night and (most importantly) ample access to babysitting and beer. Half the fun was having a living space twice the size of our apartment ("Look! Stairs!") and the view from the deck was pretty nice, too. For an island that didn't even get a mention in Kokomo it sure seems like to good life to me.
It started off a little rocky. We were dismayed when Day One was a 12 hour negotiation with Cheeky, who was apparently afraid of both sand AND water--a somewhat limiting prospect with six days left on a tropical island. By the end of the trip, though, she was "swimming" (visualize a life-jacket with two eyes and a mop of hair peaking above the rim and you'll get the idea) and had amassed a sizable coconut collection. She was pretty much a rock star for an entire week, with the exception of one day involving a urinary tract, a trip to visit "Dr. Babu," and a crowd of shoppers staring at the child grabbing her crotch and screaming like she was being eviscerated.
What's a vacation without a little drama, right?
Overall, though, the whole experience exceeded expectations. I went diving, played some tennis, pigged out like Dom Deluise at an all-you-can-eat buffet, and learned some quaint British phrases from other guests. My personal favorites were "lilo" (an inflatable floating mattress) and "being a toad," which I'll be using to describe Cheeky the next time she denies my authority and declares that "hitting is nice!"
Unfortunately, we came back.
Which sucks.
It's cold.
It's boring.
It's stupid.
I feel like I've just started rehab, and my body still hasn't accepted the fact that warm breezes and daiquiris aren't our god-given right. Everyday I walk outside I feel like Lawrence Tynes stepping onto Lambeau Field, and it's not even the fourth quarter yet. (That goes out to all the Giants fans out there)
I'm sure I'll get zero sympathy, but post-vacation withdrawal is a bitch.
So if anyone knows of any web agencies looking for strategy consultants based in the Caribbean or other tropical climes let me know. Relocation will not be a problem for us.
Cheeky would be very excited.
Sounds so good.
so warm
so nice
Welcome back to blah
Posted by: Peter | January 24, 2008 at 02:24 PM
Welcome back, glad you had a nice time. How long did it take for you to question why you came back?
Posted by: Kemp | January 24, 2008 at 02:55 PM
Wait...you play tennis?
Posted by: TheOtherCW | January 24, 2008 at 06:51 PM
Ah, vacation. It sounds so far away.
Posted by: Whit | January 24, 2008 at 10:18 PM
Glad you had a great time. I guess I am officially the worst parent EVER as we will be vacationing in Seattle in two weeks and Kaui in 6 months sans kiddies.
Posted by: misfithausfrau | January 25, 2008 at 10:38 AM
Okay, I am officially desperate for March and our upcoming tropical island adventure. I was going to pig out tonight, so thanks for reminding me that tropical islands have beaches and I'll have to be seen on one in a bathing suit (shudder) fairly soon.
Posted by: Kara | January 25, 2008 at 05:08 PM
Ooh, daiquiris. Did you bring any back for me?
Posted by: landismom | January 25, 2008 at 06:46 PM
One photo like that seems like it could make up for all those tantrums.
Let me know when you're around and we can commiserate together on vacation withdrawal and compare tan lines. I never win, but against "bavarian cream" I might just stand a shot.
Posted by: Mom101 | January 29, 2008 at 10:01 AM
oh-my.gawd. she is adORABLE!!!
Glad you had fun.
I still hate you for it.
Posted by: thordora. | February 04, 2008 at 07:15 AM