St. Lucia Friday/Saturday

Well, we’re down to our last day and a half in paradise and I’m as sad now as I was last week living it! But seriously, we knew Friday was our last real day so we had planned a day worth of laying by the pool and of course, there was that relentless pursuit of the mini, beaded, leather sandals. I hope I’ve built this up properly because Banana Boy would not stop talking about the sandals and how he wanted them.
We met up with our friends, drank some Cool Runnings and Dirty Bananas and just hung out. Around 11am there was a pool volleyball game. This time it was just the 4 of us vs. three boys and a girl. I was a little concerned about our chances, especially because we would only play one game this time, winner takes all. Also, I had on a strapless top this day so every time I jumped or dove (remember, I’m not nearly as agile in the water as I am on land) there was danger of it falling off. Banana Boy wondered if we might get extra points for that and we all decided I should just take one for the team and find out. Luckily, it stayed put, or at least I was under water adjusting it each time it fell scandalously low. We did end up winning (no thanks to my terrible efforts) so we got our bonus points.
Points Update: There was a constant debate about how many points you actually needed and if you could combine points with the wife so Banana Boy finally asked someone. The verdict: 120 points individually to get your sandals. At this point we had somewhere around 40 each. Ouch. Brian, our friend, and I tried to convince BB that it was impossible at this point to get the sandals. He was relentless.
As the pursuit of sandals continued we entered a scavenger hunt. We ran around the resort looking for obscure items and taking photos of them. Luckily I had brought many of the items with us so one stop to our room knocked out about 1/4 of the list. I got annoyed somewhere around this point and went back to my lounge chair. There was plenty of skin that was not yet sunburned! Speaking of, I wore a hat most of Friday because I had burned my scalp and it HURT. I was also doing some serious damage to my forearms and wrists. I’ve never burned my wrists before and it was brutal. They got burned Wed, they were basically the only thing exposed all day Thursday, and on Friday I could literally feel them frying. It was the last day people, I had to make a sacrifice. Let’s just say, I paid the price on that one. My wrists are peeling as we speak. (As is my scalp, which is a beautiful thing, I look like I have the worst case of dandruff you’ve ever seen.) BB came back after getting our points and said we had about 20 photos while the winner had 60something. Awesome.
It was about this time that he and Brian went to inquire about the Banana Eating Contest, yet another point opportunity. They came back oh so proud of themselves telling us they had been told that everyone who enters will get sandals! BB could see the finish line and he was pumped. I tried to argue that the announcement over the loud speaker made it sound like only the winner got sandals but they assured me they had been told by the guy in charge. We continued drinking and damaging our skin until it threatened rain and we decided it was time for lunch. Lunch was slow (as was all the food service) and we were a little intoxicated so we lost track of time. Suddenly BB was concerned, “what time is it?” It was 2:30pm, the contest began at 2:30pm! We RAN back to the main pool in time to see the end of the contest. We were crushed. But not BB. He’s a master at talking people into things. Need to turn a paper in late? Forgot to pay that bill? No problem, BB will call and somehow convince them to give you an extension. And they’ll be happy about it. It’s amazing. He talked the guys into letting us play our own game, but he let us know that only the winner gets the sandals. The boys tried to explain that they had been told everyone would get one but the “playmakers” were hearing none of it, they reminded them that they were already giving us the chance at one after we’d missed the actual competition. Brian decided to let me compete against BB because that way he was assured the sandals. This is how obsessed he was, our friends were more concerned about him getting a pair than themselves. They had almost run out of bananas at this point so it would be a contest of who could eat the banana faster, not who could eat the most. This was good since we’d just eaten lunch.
We were blind folded because they said in the past someone had chocked when they saw how fast the other guy ate. Gross. I wasn’t sure I could even peel it blindfolded but I was sure I could beat him. Here’s about the time Brian yelled, “that’s not a banana!” I’m sure it was a distraction technique and obviously it worked cause I’m laughing while BB is focused. (ps – that’s my swimsuit cover up, from Target. I saw 4 other women with the same on just on the resort but none of them were white, I guess that’s not a smart color for swimsuit cover ups?)
I’m chomping away at this banana when I hear BB say, “DONE!” And I’m like, “Ah crap. Seriously?” I took off my blind fold to see that I’d only eaten about 1/2 a banana and BB was, honestly, done. Boo. I may have booed. While still swallowing. (That’s what she said! Hey-oh!) Anyway, BB got his sandals:
And I got my days worth of potassium. The mini, beaded, leather sandals were…disappointing. But he was proud. And I was no longer forced to participate in every activity Sandals could come up with.
It was about this time BB’s fascination moved onto one of the playmaker shirts. (Those guys in blue behind Chris are the playmakers and their shirts say “playmaker” on the back) I know what I’m getting BB for his birthday.
Our friends had signed up for a sunset booze cruise so they left around 4pm to get ready for that. We headed down to the beach for a little last minute beach time.

That’s the swimsuit top I bought from Target right before we left. The bottoms go to a VS suit I bought last year. The top has ruffles which you can’t see but it’s super cute.

We headed back to our room for a little rest (and lots of aloe). When our friends got back we headed to Armondos, an Italian restaurant, for dinner. It was super yummy. And really pretty. And….drum roll please…dessert. was. awesome! Yes! Sandals and good dessert all in one day? This really is paradise.
BB wanted a picture of all 4 of us and I’m glad he did cause it was one of the best photos we took all week.

Yeah, sunburn! Look at those arms and my wrist. Oh, and my chest. And my face. And BBs face. Ouch!

Saturday we were scheduled to leave at 12pm. Our friends were on the same flight as us and were also scheduled to leave at 12pm. We sat around the lobby for awhile and awaited our fun ride to the airport. They loaded van after van until BB and I and one other couple were the only ones left. Somehow we both got missed. Annoying. They got another van and found a couple other couples to come with us. We were told we had to be at the airport 3 hours before our flight (which was scheduled at 4pm). We left the resort at 12:30pm for an hour van ride. I was a little anxious but I was sure we didn’t REALLY need 3 hours at the airport. I mean it’s a tiny airport but from talking with other people I knew there were only 3 planes leaving that afternoon. How long could it take?

We started our annoying journey to the airport. BB took several videos on our camera trying to show the craptasticness (it’s a word) of the ride. If you’re interested I’ll try to post one. Don’t blame me if you get carsick watching it. We were armed with Dramamine this time so we both did much better than the ride in. Our driver was really strange this time and this girl in front of us kept trying to talk to him which was super annoying to him and me. She asked if he could turn on the radio and he said that it was broken. And then he turned it on. What? Then, out of nowhere he pulls over to the side of the road (but totally still on the road) and without a word jumps out of the van. We’re all looking at each other like this is some kind of scary movie and we’re wondering which couple is going to slaughter first.

(Ok, perhaps only I thought that) He had stopped to pick up some yams. On the side of the road. Now, I’m an impatient person by design, and when I’m already a little “late” and in a situation where you are at the mercy of other people I get really impatient. I was pissed. And it showed all over my face. BB and the rest of the van thought it was hilarious and they all snapped photos (like this one BB took) and made jokes about dinner.

When the driver finally got back in the car, his “friend” asked if those were yams he’d gotten. He told her they were wild yams and really good. He also told her that woman wouldn’t have been there if he’d waited to stop until his return trip because they were that good. Right.

We made it to the airport just after our friends, who had left 1/2 an hour earlier. They told us their driver kept getting passed by other vans and we relayed our yam story. We checked in, went through customs, went through security, got something to eat and were sitting in front of our “gate” by 2pm. So yes, we totally need to be there 3 hours early, uh huh. I decided they tell you that so you’ll buy the over priced crap they have at the stores because everyone was buying something. We bought a small gift for my mom (we got his mom something small earlier in the week) and a shot glass for ourselves (we collect them). I decided it was really sad that we hadn’t gotten ourselves anything but a shot glass to remember our honeymoon. So we bought some rum. We decided we needed white rum to make dirty bananas, cool runnings, and kiss kiss’s at home.

Once it was finally time to board we walked through the “gate”, a door and out to the tarmac to walk up those steps again onto our plane. Once everyone was on we realized that both us and our friends had empty seats on the aisle which was huge. We had so much more room to spread out that the ride was almost comfortable. I was deep into a romance novel (which I NEVER read) that I had bought accidentally so I read that the entire trip to ATL. The only downside was the young child behind us. And his dad who kept hanging his coat over the back of my seat. Dude, it’s my seat, not yours, what the f? BB kept telling me to push it off but I was too scared. The kid kept kicking his seat and I was about to turn around and tell that mother to make him stop or I would but I kept it together and just cursed them under my breath. I get it, people. I don’t have kids, I don’t know what it’s like, blah, blah, blah! Don’t take your 6 year old on a 4 hour plane flight unless they can handle it!

When we arrived, the fun began. We had to get off the plane (we were in row 35), go through customs, wait for our bags (ours and our friends were some of the last bags off the plane of course), put the rum in our checked bags (cause we had to go through security AGAIN), take our bags to another conveyor, go through security, and get to our gate for our connecting flight. In an hour and 15 minutes. In the busiest airport in the country. I was anxious. As we were standing in the security line, the airport personnel were trying to keep the line moving. They understood that EVERYONE had a flight to catch so they were asking people to keep moving and fill in the gaps and they weren’t exactly rude about it but they weren’t exactly coddling anyone either. This family in front of me, mom, dad, 4 kids were bothered by this. (it’s like God puts me in these situations on purpose, either for hilarity on my blog, or to test my patience, or to remind me why BB and I don’t want kids) The dad said, “Welcome back to America! No more laid back Mexican people”. It was hilarious to me how differently we responded to this situation. I appreciated the fact that they understood I had a plane to catch and was happy that they were hurrying people instead of stopping to say, buy some yams, while the family in front of me were put off by their tone. It was about this time that the mom dropped every one’s passports. And by everyone I mean all 6 or 7 of them. Nice. I almost asked if she’d like me to hold them. Anything to move it along people. I’m always fascinated by these experiences and the behavior of others.

We finally got through security and walked towards the departure board to make sure our gate hadn’t been changed. At this point we had about 15 minutes until our plane took off and I knew we had to get from Terminal E to Terminal B but we could make it. If we hustled. I saw that our gate hadn’t changed and also that next to our flight it was listed as “boarding” so I turned to head down the escalators to get on the train. It’s at this time that I’m met with 4 high school girls. My biggest pet peeve in life is people who stop in the middle of an aisle or right in front of a doorway without regard to who is behind them. And I’m already in a hurry. Not a good position for them to be in. I said politely (seriously, I was polite and patient) “excuse me”. They didn’t move. So I said, “Excuse me. EXCUSE me. EXCUSE ME!!!!” It was not until the 4th time that it actually registered with them that, oh, hey, that chick wants to get through our wall of immaturity and onto those escalators. Weird. We just thought she wanted to hang out right here in the middle with us for awhile. I’m pretty sure BB rolled his eyes or at the very least shook his head and wondered what kind of life he’d gotten himself into but I like to think he appreciated my assertiveness in this situation as it was crucial. We boarded the train and rode to Terminal B. As we were fast walking (not quite a run) to our gate, he called his brother to let him know we were going to make our plane and should be in KC on time. Our gate was the second to last one. Of course. As we approached I saw that NO one was left at the gate, this concerned me, were we the last ones, had we missed it? We got on with little problems, other than some guy who was sitting in our seats cause he thought no one was coming. A few other stragglers came in after us and then we were off. I was kind of anxious on this flight because everything else had gone so smoothly but once again, we were just fine. Our bags took forever so it was after 11pm by the time we got into the car. (We gained two hours though so it felt like 1am) We, again, basically hadn’t eaten for 14 hours because we didn’t have time so we were starving and I was craving Taco Bell, don’t ask me why. It was amazing. And walking into our house was amazing. Except for the snow. I wore shorts and flip flops because it was so hot there and on the planes that I figured a short walk outside in the KC cold would be ok. I didn’t realize I’d be walking through snow on our driveway in flip flops. Oops. And welcome back to reality.

This thing got way too long and I have a couple random other things to mention so I’ll probably be back this afternoon (big MMA fight tomorrow people!) Thanks for taking a trip to the Caribbean with us, hope you enjoyed it and at least laughed a couple times at my husbands sandal obsession or my impatience!

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St. Lucia Thursday

**I let someone borrow my Britney CD a couple weeks ago. And I haven’t had a chance to make another copy from iTunes. This means I haven’t listened to Brit in a long time. I’m going through serious withdrawal. Until I opened Pandora today and found out they had added Circus to their library which means I’ve hear 3 songs from it already. The first song that came up was Shattered Glass, which is my favorite. It’s going to be a good day.

We woke up Thursday, early, headed down to breakfast and got ready to leave on our excursion. I gotta be honest, we almost bailed. I was feeling sick still, and I was sick to my stomach because, well, that’s what I do and Sleeping Boy wasn’t feeling great either. I thought we’d have to forfeit the entire amount we’d paid for this thing (over $100 each) but he said it would only be 50%. That was still too much and we both knew we’d have a good time so we got over ourselves and got onto the van headed to the boat.
There were several excursion options that we could do and we decided on one that we felt gave us the most for our money. We would ride a catamaran (love that!) out to Soufriere which is a small city with a lot of attractions. After seeing the sights we would have lunch at a local restaurant, then head back onto the boat for the trip home. On the way home we’d stop to snorkel and swim.
We boarded the boat and I immediately headed towards the front of the boat. I love boats. I love being on water, I was pumped.
Sleeping Boy slept the entire trip out. I was super tired as well and we thought it was from the Dramamine we had taken (just in case) until we later found out it was “non drowsy”, ha! Although the waves are very rough at our resort, the water was extremely calm all the way to Soufriere.
When we got there we boarded several buses and headed to the first spot: the Volcano. It’s known as the Sulfur Springs because, well, there are springs, that smell like sulfur. Pretty ingenious if you ask me. Yes, it smelled bad.
I, like Jana’s mom, hate pictures without people in them and I took a TON this day. I refuse to use them though. (except for that last few, of course)
The volcano is the only “drive in” volcano in the Caribbean. There is no cone like you are used to seeing with a volcano. Sometime, years ago, it collapsed. This photo is of us literally standing on a volcano. It’s still active, the bubbling rivers of sulfur water (see the steam behind us? It’s 212 degrees in that grey water so you don’t wanna jump in or anything) tell you that it’s still active. They believe if it ever erupts again it will cause a tsunami the likes of which we’ve never seen. I don’t remember it all but much of the east coast of the US would be under water. Not cool.
We continued through the Sulfur Springs (it was the only time the entire trip my sinus’s (those plural s’s get me every time!) were clear. But only for about an hour. Boo.
After this we headed to the Botanical Gardens. It is privately owned and funded and was really beautiful. I took tons of photos there but again, who wants to see pictures of flowers when you could see my smiling face? Here is a photo in the Botanical Gardens at the Diamond Waterfall. Pretty cool. And of course, I’m representing: Go cats! Because we were out so long the day before I kept my shirt on for most of the boat ride and all of our time on land. My chest and arms were super red and I was trying to be a responsible adult. Whatever, it hurt! And no, those are not jeans, just walking shorts. The chick we asked to take our picture here was a photographer so she took like 6 photos, some up close, some horizontal, some vertical. She was good. Nice work Sleeping Boy for asking the photog!
We were all getting pretty hungry so luckily our next stop was lunch. It was an interesting restaurant, to say the least and I was a little scared of the food (when Sleeping Boy saw the entrees (it was a buffet) he loaded up on rice just in case) it ended up being pretty good. There was some really horrific cake for dessert though (seriously, see the theme?).
Here’s a photo outside the restaurant. The peak in the back is one of the Pitons, which means twin peaks. You can’t really see the other one, as it is behind this one but I promise it’s there. These are pretty famous, there is even a local beer called Pitons.
No points this day towards our sandals and we only saw our friends for a minute (they had dinner reservations 1/2 and hour before us). We were exhausted so we went to bed pretty early that day. Only one day left in paradise!
Did I mention, Go cats! How about that win over the tigers last night? Woohoo!
After lunch we headed back to the boat. They were really pushing the booze on the way back but I figured that wasn’t a good mix with the sinus meds and Dramamine. They even played drinking games on the way home on the boat. You know the competitor in me was begging to play, especially once I saw the females lame attempts to chug beer. But alas, not today. Sleeping Boy slept part of the way home too. Seriously, he could sleep anywhere, anytime.
We stopped in a small harbor to snorkel and swim. This is something Sleeping Boy had never done before. He had some trouble with the whole breathing out of a snorkel thing but once he got that adjusted correctly I think he really enjoyed it. I took photos with our underwater camera but don’t have them with me now. They weren’t great anyway! I went snorkeling in Hawaii years ago. And loved it. Half our family got sick on the boat but i was totally in my element and enjoyed the whole thing. This time…different. I jumped in and was enjoying myself until I looked down. There were a BUNCH of fish right below us and something about that freaked me out. Maybe it was because we had just watched Planet Earth, the Deep Ocean episode right before we came or maybe because I’m a huge pansy in my old age but it freaked me out and I wanted out of there NOW! I hung out for a while cause leaving Sleeping Boy in there alone freaked me out too (seriously, what is my problem?). We weren’t in long but it was long enough. The rest of the trip back was really nice, I really could spend all day every day on a boat in the ocean, or lake for that matter.
We were exhausted when we got home and super hungry. I had two granola bars left that I’d packed for the airport so I gave those to Sleeping Boy but that really wasn’t filling. I finally called down and was like, where can I get some food?? They informed us that our favorite lunch spot, Arizona’s served food until 6pm. Sweet. We headed down there where Sleeping Boy had a burger and I had a jerk chicken club. We had dinner reservations again that night, at 9:15pm. We would NOT have made it otherwise! We went back, took and a nap, watched some tv, and then got ready for dinner.
Dinner was at a French Restaurant called La Toc (that is the name of the bay/cove/whatever that our resort was on). It was supposed to be one of the best restaurants on the resort. And it was. I had mushroom bisque that was really good and we both had Steak Au Pouivre.
Sleeping Boy’s was good, mine was fatty. But still pretty good. Then we had dessert. They had creme brulee. I was pumped. I love creme brulee. This is a French restaurant with good food, they should have good creme brulee. My hopes were up. It, was….horrible. Seriously. It was warm all the way through which is disgusting and it was lumpy. This is not what creme brulee is supposed to be like. Such a disappointment. Sleeping Boy had double chocolate mousse which was the consistency of gelatin. Gross. This is when he started calling me a food critic cause I was voicing my disappointment. I mean he’s known me long enough to know I like food and I consider myself knowledgeable. I at least know that creme brulee should be cold!! (smiley omitted)
Here we are after dinner: again no make up. And lots of sun burn. Sleeping Boy is wearing linen pants and a silk shirt. I say again: sleeping boy is wearing linen pants and a silk shirt. I don’t know if I mentioned this before but he borrowed several silk shirts (tommy bahama, of course) from his brother for the trip. Yes, I understand this is totally appropriate for a Caribbean island. And they look really good on him. But my husband is not the silk shirt, linen pants kinda guy. Seriously. It’s worth mentioning. Twice. He loved the pants though and wore them repeatedly. He wanted to wear them when we got home but I informed him that they might not be so comfy with KS freezing winds whipping through them. Please comment on the shoes. I love them. Sleeping Boy bought them for me years ago for Christmas and I almost never wear them because they are so high.

St. Lucia Wednesday

Wednesday was a very fun day, we saw our friends at breakfast (the first time all week they got up in time for breakfast, which is served until 11am) and then they saved us a spot at the pool. Having friends on a resort is hilarious. Those of you who are fans of the TV show Friends, might remember Monica and Chandler’s honeymoon and the friends they met who then pretended to be too busy to be their friends once they’d gotten back home. Luckily, Brian and Chelsea are also fans of the show so we brought up tidbits of that episode all week. It’s really a hilarious dynamic. You want to be their friend but you don’t want to be pushy or appear needy. Pretty much you are trying desperately to act cool when you know you aren’t. When we saw they’d saved us chairs AND gotten towels for us I knew we were in!

They are from Raleigh and Brian went to N. C. State so we chatted about that a lot. They had just gotten married the Saturday before so she and I talked about the wedding a lot as well. I told them they were crazy for getting up the next morning to board a flight, but what can ya do? We spent the entire day at the pool, eating lunch, and then back to the pool. I knew I was getting sunburned but we were just having too much fun! This is the day Sandals Boy (I’ll explain in a minute) and Brian became pretty much addicted to the drink, Cool Runnings. They had multiple. As did I. Chelsea stuck with the “Dirty Banana” which they introduced me to. It’s basically a banana milkshake. With Rum. We were sure it was like 1000 calories each but we were also sure we didn’t care. Basically the day went like this: The girls hang out at the side of the pool with feet over the side (the water in the pool was FREEZING but the sun was super hot so it was a constant battle to get comfortable) while the boys stand around in the water and make frequent trips to the bar. So frequent that the bartender started calling Brian by name (and by name I mean he called him “Billy”) and gave them a hard time about several things: the two of them perhaps being “together” and he asked “Billy” to give the blender a break from all those Dirty Bananas. He, of course, threw Chelsea under the bus but James (the bartender, duh!) asked why, if they were all for her, Billy kept drinking from them. Pretty hilarious.
Here we are earlier in the day, not sunburned yet, not too intoxicated either. But cute, if you ask me. Oh, you didn’t? Darn!
Now to explain Sandals Boy. We attended orientation the first morning we were there to try to get a lay of the land. (Our friends were there too. We actually met them on the “fun” van ride into the resort as they were on our flight as well.) At this time it was explained that if you engage in the activities on the resort you receive points. Once you receive a certain number of points you get a pair of “beaded mini sandals”. We heard this often. On Wednesday Sandals Boy decided that he wanted those sandals. I cannot over emphasize how much he wanted these sandals. It was all he talked about for basically three days. I told him it was going to be tough because we had signed up for an all day excursion on Thursday so we wouldn’t get ANY points Thursday and at this point we only had 10 each from Orientation. He was determined. And our friends joined in on the obsession which just fueled his fire. At 4:30pm there was a pool volleyball game that would be our first points activity. By this time we’d spent at least 5 hours in the sun drinking. So you can imagine how pumped we were for this volleyball game. You’d think our lives depended on it or something. We headed over and got warmed up. I was…nervous to say the least. I hate volleyball, I’m terrible at volleyball and in the water I’m much less agile than on land. (HAHAHAHA, god that was funny). Our team was us, our friends, and a random older (50ish?) woman. The other team was 3 guys (one of which was married to our teammate) and 2 girls, most of them a bit older than us. Pretty simple rules: 3 games, rally scoring, girls can serve twice if they don’t get the ball over the first time, no spiking on the girls unless it’s your wife.
The first game we won and we quickly realized our “ace” was the older woman, she could really serve! I also got better as the game went on and even made a couple nice plays. Let’s be honest though, the boys really carried this team. We were at a disadvantage, as the other team had 3 boys and we only had two, but I’m not one to make excuses. Especially when it comes to competition. The game was intense and all out hilarious. Any time a girl needed a second serve everyone yelled “booby rule!” (you try keeping a straight face after 5 hours of drinking rum) and at one point we scored a point and a guy on the other team yelled out, “I didn’t hear the whistle!” Our “playmaker” (the guys in charge of these activities) looked at him and said, “I don’t have a whistle”. Hilarious. We won all 3 games, if memory serves me correctly (and I’m sure it does) so we received extra points for winning. Sandals Boy is doing the math and checking out the activity board to see if it’s possible to get his sandals! At that point our friends went upstairs to take a nap before dinner. We both had reservations at Kimono, the Japanese Steakhouse, that night, them at 8:30pm, us at 9pm (“We’re you, but 5 minutes later!” – Friends episode I mentioned earlier).
After the game (which made us all a little hyper) I went to collect our things from our pool chairs. When I turned back around I’d lost Sandals Boy. I found him, chatting it up with some other “friends” of ours we’d met at dinner Monday night. This older (50 or 60ish) couple from Toronto (Vancouver? Does it matter?) and Sandals Boy were having an intense convo about something, I think it might have been football? The woman (I can’t remember their names to save my life) asked if I wanted to sit down but I was trying to move my husband along so I could get a nap! Finally he got up and I convinced him to come down to the beach to take some pictures. We’d planned on visiting one of the other Sandals resorts that day to see if their beach was better but our volleyball game got in the way of that trip! Here’s a photo we took with the underwater camera. Quality: not so good, hair and drunken smiles: awesome!

As we were standing there I lost a flip flop in the waves (I’m telling you, these waves were HUGE). I started to search for it but immediately realized, it was gone. The tide was too strong, give it up. What’s a $3 Old Navy flip flop worth anyway? (3 dollars, duh!) But no, not my husband. He was determined! He saw my flip flop a couple yards down the beach and he went after it like I’ve never seen him before. He dove into the water and snatched it! Here he is in hot pursuit:

I was about to pee my pants I was laughing so hard and he turned around, flip flop in hand with the proudest smile on his face. Hilarious!
We went back to the room, took a shower, took a nap, loaded up on aloe and watched some tv. Seriously, dinner at 9pm? That’s brutal. Finally it was time to go so we got dressed up and headed out. This time it was acceptable to take a shuttle (although still very walkable) so we did. We arrived and found out we were the last couple of the night. Everyone else was in groups of ten but we had our own private room. Cute. Dinner went quick. But awkward. I didn’t take any photos of the chef because it was so awkward with only the three of us in the room. Sandals Boy even tried the Mahi-Mahi which is a huge deal. I was very proud. It was a great dinner, horrible dessert (do you see a theme?) and then off we went. Here we are at dinner:
You can obviously see my husband’s sunburned face but I don’t look too bad. Until you check out my shoulder. Ouch! Because we were facing the boys, my chest, shoulders, and arms were in constant contact with the sun, while the boys got most of the abuse to their backs.
We walked back to the Piano Bar to meet up with our friends. We had a couple drinks with them, one in which the bartender literally poured Sandals Boy’s Bourbon into the drink and splashed it with coke. It was supposed to be funny…which it was, but then he just handed it over and that was his drink. We left after a short time because we were exhausted by such a long day and knew we had to get up at 7:30am (ouch) to make our bus for the excursion the next day. I basically didn’t sleep that night because I couldn’t breathe. I finally bought some sinus medicine that morning but it wasn’t helping much.
Here’s one last photo of the restaurant.
I was trying to show that it is located on a cliff over the ocean which is really cool. You can also see that it’s raining…shocker.

St. Lucia Tuesday

First of all, have I ever mentioned I hate snow? Oh, yeah, often. Well, I hate snow. I hate that we got a dusting of snow but that caused every driver on my route to work to decide they no longer knew how to drive. Ugh. Is it March yet? Or maybe April 2nd? Anyway, back to the Caribbean we go for the Tuesday recap of our honeymoon:

After feeling like crap Monday I woke up and realized I still felt like crap. Knowing how my sinus infections usually work if I had just rested for one day I probably would have been golden…but this is a vacay people, no time for staying in bed all day!

We headed out to the pool again

And this is me about 2 minutes later.

It rains. A lot. Every single day. Usually it was from about 11am-12pm and then again in the evening. Sometimes at like 2pm also. That’s pretty much your cue to go eat lunch because once you’re done the rain is probably over. However, when it rained while we were laying out there was always an internal battle: Do I go in? Do I wait it out? As you can see, we (and that girl behind me covered in her towel) are waiting it out. It got really cold when it rained so I had to cover up. Near the end of the trip the boys kept saying that if you were in the pool you didn’t even notice the rain! Whatever. It was annoying to say the least. The locals call it, Liquid Sunshine. Lame.

I said I was going to take a picture of every drink I had but I didn’t which was probably a good idea. Here’s the first one from the pool bar:

They have this huge board (which I’ll post on a later date) with all the drinks and I decided I would try one of each. That really didn’t happen at all. I stuck to about 3 that were too yummy to stop. This one is called “Kiss-Kiss” and it was good: Rum (of course), coconut rum, pineapple juice, some other juice, probably Blue Curacao cause that was in almost every drink. It was good but it did make me feel like a tool to go up to the bar and say: “I’d like a kiss kiss please.” (PS. No cute glasses or umbrellas. If you’d seen the quantity of drinks they served from that bar each day you’d understand why. But still a little disappointing.

While we’re on the subject here is The Best Husband Ever (He never once complained about my sinus infection putting a damper on the vacay. He even sat inside with me Monday afternoon when I thought I might die) with a couple more.

He’s got “The Blues” which he said was too sweet and didn’t finish and the other is “Cool Runnings”. I know it looks like the Kiss-Kiss but trust me, I know the difference. Cool Runnings became the drink of the week for the boys and it was a good one. Again, rum, Blue Curacao, some kind of juices and sugar. He was my own personal cabana boy as he went back and forth from the pool bar to our lounge chairs often. Just another reason he’s the Best Husband Ever.

Don’t you love those sunglasses? It was quite the ordeal to find the “right” pair and we disagreed about what looked good on him but I think we were both very happy with his choice. Well done Best Husband Ever!

Not too much else exciting this day, just some beach time and lots of pool time. I’m sure there was a nap in there somewhere as well.

We went to a different restaurant that evening, the Arizona Restaurant which served Tex-Mex food and was pretty good. We attended an orientation Monday and they mentioned something about taking a shuttle to this restaurant so we did. Once we got there I looked down the beach and realized it was about 50 feet from the main lobby. The rest of the trip our friends made fun of us for taking the shuttle. Pretty funny. It also became our new spot for lunch once our friends let us know that they serve pizza and have a self serve chips and salsa/queso station. Here’s a photo after dinner:

I didn’t do my hair much cause that didn’t seem like an appropriate vacay activity. Nor did I wear make up, EVER. Yeah, maybe not the best ideas?

St. Lucia, Sunday/Monday

I figured I’d combine Sunday and Monday since Sunday was spent traveling and Monday was a little lame as you’ll see below. So, without further ado, our honeymoon: Sunday and Monday:

Actually let’s even go back to last Saturday, the 17th. There were a lot of last minute things to do but we had all day! And we spent most of the day watching tv shows on the DVR or attempting to watch movies from the Netflix because we were going to be gone a whole week which meant we would NOT be getting our full moneys worth this month! The horror! The Procrastinator waited until very late in the day to do several essential things: go shopping for clothes for the honeymoon, buy sunglasses, finish doing the dishes, and pack. I, of course was packed and ready early. Uh…until I realized you are supposed to make copies of your passport and that we hadn’t gotten any cash! So at 10:30pm we headed out to do those two things. When we returned I tried to go to sleep and The Procrastinator did the dishes. I think I fell asleep about 12am and I am not sure if TP (hilarious abbreviation if you ask me) EVER went to sleep. Needless to say our 3am (yes, you read that correctly) wake up call came very early.
We got up and finished getting our last few items packed and we got dressed and ready. TP’s brother picked us up (we took them to the airport a few months ago early in the am so he was returning the favor, however this was REALLY early in the am so quite above the call of duty if you ask me). We headed out and arrived at good ol’ KCI (which is really MCI but I’ve already done that post) before the Delta counter was even open. We were the first flight of the day. They opened a couple minutes after we arrived and we quickly checked in and got our bags ready to go. We discovered a couple things, 1)we booked this flight before they started charging for bags so ours were free -SCORE! and 2) we are “not upgradeable”. Seriously. TP asked the nice lady at the counter if there was any chance of an upgrade to first class, we were even considering paying for it depending on the price because, you know, you only go on a honeymoon once (hopefully) but when she looked at our tickets her only response was, “You’re not upgradeable”. We found that highly amusing and joked about it the rest of the trip.
Here we are at about 4:15am waiting for our flight to board. Don’t we look excited?!
I was surprisingly calm and did really well through our take off, the short (an hour and 45 minutes feels short once you’ve spent over 4 hours on a plane in the same trip) flight, and the landing. I think TP was impressed…or not, whatever.
We made our connecting flight with no issues and we were quickly on our way! The 4 hour flight from Atlanta to St. Lucia was pretty brutal. By that time we were tired, hungry, and uncomfortable. I hadn’t eaten all day and was even willing to pay $7 for what I’m sure was going to be a terrible sandwich until they ran out one row in front of us. Awesome. I tried to sleep but I couldn’t get comfortable and I was cranky.
We arrived and were let off the plane down the stairs onto the actual runway which was a first for me. I always picture Air Force One when I think of boarding a plane on the stairs. My first thought was: it’s hot! I was wearing a short sleeved shirt and jeans and I was sweating. We walked into the smallest airport you’ve ever seen and stood in line at customs. The line moved quickly and then we walked about 5 feet to “baggage claim”. In retrospect I’m not sure what I was expecting from a country that is 27 miles long but it just all seemed pretty surreal. Some jerk grabbed our bags before we could say no and pushed a cart with them (we only have one each) about 3 feet before dropping them at our shuttle and asking for a tip. He proceeded to roll his eyes when I gave him $2. I got more pissed off about it later when I realized, TP and I carried our carry-on bags while he rolled our luggage 3 feet so essentially we did more work and he was annoyed with our tip. Whatever.
The van ride to the resort was probably TP’s low point of the trip. As I said, the island is 27 miles long but the middle of the island is all rain forest so driving from the southern tip to the northern tip took over an hour. It was hot. The roads were curve after dangerous curve and our driver didn’t really understand what brakes were for. We did get a great look at some local “culture” as we passed shack after run down shack and shirtless after machete (I’m not kidding) wielding shirtless child along the roadside. Also, first memorable stupid comment by some stupid woman on our van, “Look! All their cars are imports”.Really? That is shocking, I mean I would assume they all buy cars manufactured right there on this tiny Caribbean island! I mean the options are endless! Let me list them…oh, yeah, wait…TP was not feeling well once we finally arrived and did I mention it had been 14 hours and I’d eaten a granola bar, peanuts, and some pringles? We were in rough shape and crashed pretty hard in our room upon finally arriving in it.
Yeah, we were excited about the flat screen but it was definitely not the HD that we are used to. So spoiled. We watched some tv but didn’t feel any better. Finally TP convinced me to get up and get something to eat even though I felt sick and food did not sound good.
Dinner was pretty good, TP had pasta and I had a chicken dish. We learned a few things during this first meal. 1)Service at meals is slow. I’m assuming it was because it’s an all-inclusive and that they weren’t concerned about maximizing revenue but it could also have to do with the fact that island life is a bit slower than American life. I’m not a fan. I’ve worked too long in banquet service to be ok with it. But I understood so I got over it quickly. 2)There are animals everywhere. Most of the resort is outdoors or at least open in some way. This is great because the weather is lovely, however it does mean that birds fly in and steal packets of sweet and low during breakfast (hilarious) and cats roam the dining area every evening looking for scraps. It was weird. It was at this time I realized I got to eat dessert for free with every meal. And not feel guilty about it. Score! TP got cheesecake and I got chocolate cake. They were both terrible. I seriously took one bite and pushed the plate away. This is not something I’m in the habit of doing. I was hoping that was not how the week would continue.
I felt like a new person after eating but we were still exhausted so we headed back upstairs for bed. Monday morning we woke up, ate breakfast, and headed down to the pool. Here’s disappointment number 1: The beach wasn’t ideal. There was very little shoreline and the waves were really rough. We were not allowed to swim in the ocean at our resort and there wasn’t a lot of space to lay out on the beach.
This picture shows the pool with the ocean behind it. There was a large wall separating the pool deck and the beach. The beach is about 12 feet below the top of that wall and you can see in this photo that the waves were rough enough to make it up to the wall and crash over. Not ideal.
But check out that pool! We laid out Monday for a few hours but right around lunch time I got really sick. After we ate we went back to the room so I could lie down. I thought I’d been in the sun too long but that didn’t make sense because it had only been about 2 hours. I felt miserable and we basically wasted the rest of the day. I soon realized I had a sinus infection and it was gonna hang around for the rest of the trip. Not cool.
We wanted to check out one of the other restaurants that evening but discovered it was closed. Because I wasn’t feeling good we ate at the Pavilion again, which is the main restaurant shown below. The blue areas are the pool show in the picture above which was pretty cool. They had a buffet this night so at least it wasn’t the same food.
Here’s a photo we asked someone to take after dinner.
I fell asleep pretty early that night due to the inability to breath and honestly I was feeling like this wasn’t going to be a good week at all.
It’s a good thing I decided to break this up because obviously I’m pretty long winded! Check back tomorrow for our adventures from Tuesday! 🙂