I wasn’t really sure where to start with this post. Basically, we landed last Wednesday in Seattle and I’ve done nothing but work and school work. I’ve been getting up at 4:45 am to go to the gym (or study) then working from 7-3 then homework until about 8:30 when I crawl into bed. So, I’m tired, grouchy and overly emotional. And, I’m really bad at chemistry. Like embarrassingly bad. Sully is a good teacher though. He’s a keeper.
The good: We had an amazing vacation and both relaxed for once. I think this is the first vacation we’ve been on together that was longer than a weekend and where we were both relaxed. Our last legitimate trip was our wedding trip, and that was horribly stressful and made me cranky. But, those are not stories for the internet to read.
The bad: My camera got lost or stolen. We had it, then we didn’t. Oh, and I got car sick after our hike and vomited in the van (in a bag at least). And, then I basically wanted to vomit the rest of that day. And, either the food there or the water created a lovely 10 days of upset stomach. But, I really think the good was much more of an overarching theme than the bad. I just really want to remember the bad of this trip.
So, since the “bad” includes the camera I lost (and let’s all recall that I broke my SLR before vacation–and haven’t replaced it courtesy of vacation and tuition money), the photo situation is kind of sad. Fortunately, I bought a waterproof case for my phone (Lifefactory –worked really well!), so we have some photos.
We got to the airport around 7 on Monday night and decided we needed drinks and snacks while we waited. So, who goes and gets a fatty fried potato thing covered in cheese and sour cream before a vacation where we’ll be half naked for 8 days? Oh, us. And, it was delicious (and, I lost a pound on vacation probably because I wasn’t eating my feelings at a desk all day).
We landed in Atlanta at 5:30 am, so 3:30 am our time and had breakfast at TGI Fridays because that was our only option. And, did you know you can’t have a steak knife at a restaurant past security (but you can fly with a pocket knife), so you get a plastic knife to cut your steak.
We landed that afternoon in St. Lucia and took the death trap van to the resort. They drive like 60 on curvy roads and pass each other on curves. It’s a death wish. And, I had a “before” pasty white picture of us, but now someone in St. Lucia has those pictures. And, then, it rained (like torrential downpour) the first morning we where there which lead to heavy drinking and cursing about how we couldn’t escape our weather.
Which then led to a lot of pictures like this: (drunk fingers)
Best “before” picture of the whiteness–watch how Sully gets brown and I don’t.
Note the finger again…it’s a theme.
Here’s the swim up bar where we basically lived the whole time.
Note that I’m red and someone else is brown.
This was the view from our room:
Sully played golf. His caddy Dave is basically the only reason he got any balls in…and I say that in the nicest way. It was a weird course.
Morning view from our room (we were up at like 6 am every day from that whole sunshine thing)
We hiked the smaller one of these, Gros Piton. It’s apparently 15,000 steps round trip. It’s strenuous. Like climbing over rocks. Also, I took a picture of the picture in the guide book since these pictures were on my camera. The drive there was horrible and windy. Then I got sick in the car on the way back. You couldn’t pay me enough to do it again in hot weather, but it was totally worth doing. The views were awesome. And, the guides hike it twice a day, so they like text while you’re walking and struggling. And then you look like a fat American.
The chef was awesome at Sandals La Toc where we stayed. I had gluten free mozzarella sticks and gluten free pizza:
Trying to make up for lost pictures:
The beach outside of the resort:
Before dinner at the french place on the property one night. Speaking of food, it wasn’t too exciting. The food quality was mediocre. It was like eating at a chain restaurant every night, which isn’t terrible. We just spend our money on food. However, for an all inclusive beach resort on an island, it works. I wouldn’t want to have to go find food every night.
Certain people got burnt, so we spend our last day inside. I read a bunch, Sully napped a bunch. It was probably one of my favorite days of the trip, even though we weren’t outside.
Here’s some gluten free pasta I had. The chef had a whole shelf of gluten free food he showed me.
I’m slightly less pasty.
This is one of the nasty cats on the property. They have tons of wild cats and apparently some guy’s bag got sprayed by one of the cats. yum.
The local beer there is Piton, and since we hiked the one Piton and Sully got a Piton at the bottom—but the picture was lost, we have this to remember. We also went on this really great sailing cruise to the Pitons. I got tons of great pictures…then lost the camera between the sailing place and the resort.
And here’s the only picture where I sort of look brown. My stomach is the darkest part of me, and I put sunscreen everywhere, so I don’t really get it. But, I didn’t burn, so I was proud of myself. I had 3 spots cut off of my stomach last year, one of which was precancerous, so I’m kind of paranoid now.
We got Wally back when we landed Wednesday. He had a great time with my friend. The four kids sent him home with a stuffed panda that he carries around all gently, and the youngest cried when Wally left. Basically, kids love him and that warms my heart! He also didn’t move from this position for two days. He didn’t even want dinner the night we got him back. So tiring.
And my souvenir, since we try to get something useful each big trip we go on, was this little bowl. Still searching for the right home for it!
On vacation I read:
1- Maine- I liked this book. It was kind of depressing, but also kind of happy. Not a new favorite, but a decent book.
2- Girls in White Dresses- This sucked. I basically feel like it’s the story of 98% of college graduates who move to NY to find themselves and get screwed over. It was a waste of a day of reading basically.
3- The Help- I really liked this book. The dialect at the beginning is tough to get into, but it’s a good story. It’s very similar to the movie, which I watched before reading the book (which is basically breaking one of my own rules).
4- My Life in France- LOVE. I love food. I love Europe. I love Julia Child. Basically, it made my heart happy. It was a really great read, and I basically slobbered the whole time while reading about the things they ate and cooked. I would read this a million times.
And, as a side note, until I feel like I start to really understand chemistry (meaning, when I stop crying every night while trying to do my homework), I’ll probably be back to a more normal posting schedule. Until then, you can follow me on Instagram @chelseaqe