I added the pictures. They’re all mixed up. I started to order and caption them, and decided it was taking up too much of my life, so fuggedaboudid. Day 2 We are both up and down all night, really struggling with sleep. It’s the second sleepless night in a row, but nevertheless we are both…
The First Evening
Where was I? Oh yes, that’s right. With my wind-whipped hair a mass of tangles, I step from the ferry to a sea of white-linen-wearing young men who are reaching steadying hands, offering me cool towels from trays of flowers, hefting mine and my husband’s bags and directing us to our orientation director. She’s a young…
The Honeymoon Begins
There was sun, sand, surf, and copious amounts of seafood. Snorkeling, so much snorkeling that my teeth hurt from the snorkel and the tops of my feet were rubbed raw from the flippers. Pina coladas, oh yes, delivered right to our hammock on the beach. Excellent meals, excellent wine, desserts galore. Moonlit walks, stunning views,…
Reluctant Grownup, Un Reluctantly Checking Out
Oh, the dreaded bikini shopping expedition. After hours of muttering encouragement to myself under the fluorescent lights – “You are wonderful person with wonderful qualities. You are kind to children and small animals. They don’t judge you by your thighs. It’s going to be ok” – I have a cute new suit for the honeymoon. …
A Morning Drive
I’m driving to work yesterday through rolling country, sipping my cup o’ love/coffee made by the husband, listening to NPR. What a state the world is in right now! Indonesia, with yet another tragedy . . . more killings in Iraq . . . the stock market is dancing the salsa . . . and…