Our day started out quite early… A 9am flight from SFO meant we had to leave my parents house at 5am. Like I said, quite early. The day prior was booked solid. Two birthday parties, followed by dinner at my parents house. With no time to spare on Saturday, we packed up most of our stuff Friday night, intending to throw it in the car during nap time Saturday. I’m happy to report that everything went just to plan.
Most of Sunday was spent in a plane. Confined to our seats for much of the flight due to turbulence, we filled our time with snacks, ipod games, stickers, movies, drawing and naps, and more stickers.
Something about air travel always makes me feel so dirty. I think it’s the recycled air. The longer the flight, the worse I feel. It doesn’t matter if I’ve showered immediately before boarding, I always end up feeling greasy and gross. Add the humid island weather to the equation and I feel disgusting. Showering after a long plane ride is always incredible. Along the same lines as how it feels to shower after spending a few days camping.
That aside, we got off the plane and collected our baggage without incident, then Ben set off to rent our car. Good fortune smiled upon us – they were out of standard cars, and upgraded us to a Jeep for free.
We found our condo quickly, and were not disappointed. The unit was clean, nicely furnished, and just big enough for the three of us to roam comfortably. Even better, the description online did not deceive. We really are 23 steps from the beach. Again, feeling pretty lucky.
The view from our back sliding door.
We quickly made ourselves at home. So quickly, in fact, that we didn’t get any “before” pictures to document the awesomeness of this place. Oh well, here are some “after” pics for you.
And what else did we bring with us? What was critical enough that it found a place in our precious cargo space? Ah, yes, our wireless router… yes, we brought it with us. The high speed connection here was hard wired, which simply wouldn’t do, so we packed our own.
So here was our big fail for the day… we traveled to Costco to get some groceries for the week, and were overwhelmed by hunger and grumpiness. So, instead of picking up supplies and making dinner at home, or heading out for sushi, which was our alternate plan, we succumbed to the Costco snack bar. We opted for chicken ceasar salads, so it wasn’t an entirely terrible choice, and considering we didn’t have lunch, it hit the spot. It actually tasted pretty amazing. And, more importantly, it revived us and improved our moods considerably. We all made it out of the shopping trip that followed alive. I’m not sure I could have said that if we’d gone without food.
Groceries out of the way, Claire exhausted and nearing melt down, we made our way back to our condo to put her to bed. We made some POG (pineapple, orange, guava juice) and rum cocktails and listened to the waves crash on the beach from the comfort of our living room.
Big plans to walk down the beach to the farmers market tomorrow. Wish us luck!
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Every time I see spots on my apples, I think of the song “Big Yellow Taxi”. Not the original version, but the Counting Crows cover. You see spots more often with organic varieties, especially when purchased in bulk from Costco where careful inspection of each fruit doesn’t happen.
