Sunday, April 2, 2017

Don't say it's over

Suffice it to say that when you spend a few days in paradise, the return to reality does not come gently. It was rougher for the Maine contingent of our Spring Break party so I shouldn't be complaining at all.

A winter storm canceled the Mainer's flight home and resulted in a stay in Miami then arrival to snow. Our only real setback was sitting behind a two-year-old who really wanted off the airplane. By some fluke, we'd flown out first class.

It was coach going home. I'm short so I always have plenty of room. Jeff always sleeps so it doesn't really matter that much as long as he can be on the aisle. Ali tends to stretch across me, so we're pretty low-maintenance travelers.
We will forever be grateful to Gary Reed and his generosity in taking us all to the idyllic Beaches resort in Turks & Caicos and to everyone in our party who makes family travel something to desire rather than to dread.

Highlights of the trip:

Alison spent a ton of time in and underwater and came up with a collection of sand dollars, conch and assorted small shells that will result in a decor redesign, I suspect.

James and David ended up with new beachwear thanks to luggage lost (but eventually recovered) on the flight in.

We counted more than 200 geckos and got a great shot of Godzilla, King of the Lizards.

I overestimated the length of the beach and left a bunch of my soles in the sand and might have done more damage to an ailing leg. But none of us suffered much more than a little bit of sunburn.

The snorkeling group saw sea turtles, sting rays, a giant lion fish and bunches of other swimmers.

We had amazing meals, including snails for Ali, Grandpa and me at the French restaurant one night.
Ali wasn't a fan. I'm ambivalent. Jeff was adamantly against the attempt.

Ali wore one of her bikini tops upside down one day.

James and David won about as much at the casino as they had to spend on clothes to make it through the days until their luggage was found.

Peter was placed on the DL with me after tossing a ball to Ali and reminding himself that he'd hurt his shoulder when Nicodemus -- attached by leash -- took off at a dead run when Peter wasn't looking and nearly got to the door carrying just an arm.

Jen discovered that paddle boarding on Pleasant Pond in Maine is much more tranquil than in the Turks bay where speedboats zip up and down the coast.

It's time to turn our attention back to getting ready for a work week. Ali still has a bit of homework to focus on.

But the laundry is done; we've restocked the fridge and I've spent too much of the day backing up photos.

It's time to face Indiana spring. Which could mean boots and sandals all in the same week.

But there's always Spring Break 2018 to look forward to.

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