Mood:
chattyTopic: Loving...
We had to haul ass to the airport this morning after hastily showering, packing up the car, depositing wedding gifts so that we had enough money to enjoy our honeymoon, and snatching a quick bite to eat. I was still suffering from some unknown stomach ailment, so a quick stop to a B King and a couple tablets of Pepto from my ever-so-prepared ex-boyscout leader father was a must. Fortunately, by the time we got to the airport I was feeling much more like myself.
We ended up waiting over an hour in line in the International flight section (because we were flying through P. Rico- which confused me as P.R. is a U.S. territory)... but I noticed the "Just Married" flip flops on a girl behond us in line, and we had fun talking shop with them.
Mistakenly, we thought we weren't allowed any Ipods or cell phones, so we ended up buying $30 worth of magazines (some of which I STILL haven't read) and sitting for over an hour waiting for our flight to leave. Most irritatingly, we noticed EVERYONE had their cells and Ipods on. We had to listen to announcement after announcement: "Do not bring any water or liquids on to the plane. Liquids of any kind will be confiscated."
Of course, two rows in front of us we had some bonehead gulping a bottle of water right in front of a flight attendant and laughing! The F.A. was not impressed, saying firmly, "I don't find this funny, sir! You are violating a federal regulation," or something like that. He had that bottle snatched away as quick as can be, although he did put up a bit of a fight. I was so surprised they didn't kick his ass off the plane!
We were so hungry, we committed a fatal error- we bought the $4 "Snack Pack" from the flight attendants, which consisted of a slippery summer sausage, a few water crackers, a flavorless, highly-processed cheese, the most delicious Lorna Doone cookies I have ever eaten, some rather tasty mixed nuts, and some dried fruit (which I skipped, giving my intestinal peculiarities). Not the most hunger-relieving combination.
We finally arrived in Puerto Rico, having bth slept through most of the in-flight movie, Over the Hedge. Unfortunately, we ended up waiting yet again, as our flight was somewhat late. Going on that midget-sized plane to St. Thomas was half a relioef, half a nerve-wracking situation. Those things feel like you are on a school bus, rather than a nice, large, sturdy-feeling jet.
In St. Thomas, we breezed through the rental car line, snatched up our luggage, and drove through the town towards the Bellavista Bed and Breakfast! We met the owner/innkeeper, Wendy, who is as nice as they come, and she showed us to our rooms so we could change. While we got ready, she made us a dinner reservation at one of the only restaurants open on Sundays in the off-season, the Banana Tree Grille. We had an amazing Bushwacker and Strawberry Daquari, with a yummy salad and Tuscan loaf to start, followed by "chicken under a brick" for me and "grouper tower" for Walt. Dessert was on the house- very dry brownies (they need me to bake) and ice cream.
Here is Wally enjoying both drinks:
And both of us- see how the room was all open? This is why Walt needed his bug spray. Incidentally, this is my "2nd wedding dress."
And here's what we came back to! Ah, paradise!
