Where to begin? I'm sure the hundreds of uploaded photos would likely tell the tale.... Both James and I have just returned from one of the most adventurous weeks of our married lives! For starters, James really enjoyed his first plane ride- EVER (in case I haven't mentioned that for the millionth time). Still, it was a long flight, even longer seeming if you're as long-legged and uncomfortable as he was. The weather was sensational and the resort- Beautiful; in a picture perfect, tropical sort of way. Palm trees galore and blue ocean as far as the eye could see. What didn't we do? We swam, snorkeled, danced, dined, siesta'd, lounged pool-side, played volleyball, bartered, held monkeys, dodged giant iguana's, explored, attended theatre shows, rejected offers to compete in the Miss Barcelo Pageant (funny story, that one... ;), went tubing, frolicked on the beach, etc. I'll tell you what I didn't do-- COOK! And it was freakin' awesome! Not having to worry about what to make for dinner for a whole week rated high on the relaxation list (until this point, I had not realized my intense animosity towards meal planning). And the best part, no tears. Knowing the kids were in good hands helped ease the longing you would think we'd be suffering, being so far for so many days, away from the kids. And what more, I really, truly am happy to be home. I feel refreshed and rejuvinated. I never have liked January... but this, I could get used to!
