A Week in Paradise,
With Love
With Love
Sometimes the stars align just when the angels decide to smile down upon you. The results? M A G I C! This happened to me last week ~ only in my case, in addition to stars and angels, it took six smart, sneaky adults five months of planning.
Saturday morning I was told I was going to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. Imagine my surprise then to find myself, a mere two-and-a-half hours later, arriving at a beach house in the Cayman Islands! Surrounded by those I love most in this world, I was [momentarily] speechless with joy. The recording of my arrival tells a different story - it sounds like a drunken bird squawking...but they tell me it's actually me.
I had the thrill of riding shotgun as my husband, Mr. Fearless, drove our rental van on the left side of the road. [On one trip, a lady in the car in front of us pulled off the road and took a picture of a restaurant sign. It said: "Buy one jerk, get one free."]
Stargazing in the Caymans defies description; the night sky is ablaze with all the glory of the heavens above. I have never seen so many bright stars. It turned searching for Orion's Belt into a "Where's Waldo" event.
One of the highlights of our trip was a night kayaking adventure into a bio-luminescent bay where the water twinkled. When I ran my fingers across the surface, I left a glowing, glittering trail of fairy dust.
One of the highlights of our trip was a night kayaking adventure into a bio-luminescent bay where the water twinkled. When I ran my fingers across the surface, I left a glowing, glittering trail of fairy dust.
If that isn't magic, what is?
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* Our youngest grandson is just seven months west of zero and I am eight days east of sixty, thus the birthday trip was dubbed "0 to 60 in Z."
Thanks, kids one and all, for the fabulous surprise. I truly did not suspect a thing.
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