Craig and I are in a holding pattern now. We're back from the roadtrip and just waiting for our next adventure. I find myself humming this song again, and maybe it's not to the end of the world, but the departure date for Isla can't arrive soon enough! The weather's actually beautiful here right now with a reprieve from the usual 90 to 100 degree temps of May. We haven't had the A/C on in three days and we're sleeping with the windows open. But that in no way diminishes our anticipation of our June 14th trip to that familiar little island in the Caribe.
Some of these photos could be repeats, but since I never completely finished posting my pics from January of this year, I'm just guessing. And I'm too lazy to go back and pick through all of those posts.
I'm already making plans. Craig and I battle over going to the beach. Since we'll be staying in town the first four nights, I vow to put my a$$ in the sand -- actually, that would be a lounger with an umbrella -- on Playa Norte daily during that time period. After that, it's up for grabs!
25 days until we climb the stairway to paradise. (Actually, before some local sees this and panics, that's not where we're staying. Ha!)
Wanna pack your bags, Something small
Take what you need and we disappear
Without a trace we'll be gone, gone
The moon and the stars can follow the car
and then when we get to the ocean
We gonna take a boat to the end of the world
All the way to the end of the world . . .
(You and Me, Dave Matthews Band)