I know it seems odd to announce a vacation "happened", but that is what it felt like. There were so many things going on before we left, many at a frantic (all stressful) pace, that going anywhere seemed downright surreal. Some of it is still processing in my head. Yes, it felt that weird to take a vacation. It was the first time I'd flown in eleven years. I teared up at the first whiff of sea air the night we got there. We saw people we hadn't seen in ages. Awesome sun hats were involved. I even wore proper day gloves and heels at one point. I took pictures, though not nearly as many as a good tourist should have. I think I was too busy revelling in sleeping in and eating a late breakfast outside with roosters pecking round our feet. Or me with a big grin, hopefully waving at people on the tour buses and boats, usually with little to no response. I still kept waving. It was a vacation where I really tried to be polished, elegant and physically coordinated. Two out of three is good right? My knee is still healing up from where the pavement demanded blood. I should probably stick to going barefoot. Shoes with any sort of heel tend to be dangerous for me to walk in for an extended amount of time, (though I managed to fracture a toe while barefoot so maybe just sitting and knitting is better?). And I did give in and eat a beloved blue raspberry lollipop, even if blue lips, teeth and tongue look less than elegant. Yum!
And it was still a bit cold as well as being incredibly windy the entire day. Which is why we didn't really dress this year. I was goi...