Oh, if only that would work! We boarded our flight in Cancun yesterday afternoon and it left early. I heard the purser tell the flight attendant to find the agent and get the papers because all seats on the plane were full. (I lucked out and scored seat 10A in the bulkhead right by the door.)
I can think of hundreds of reasons to stay on Isla, but it's hard to find reasons to go. Feel free to add some of your own to my fictional list.
The ATM is no longer spitting out pesos because your account is low on funds.
You've fallen and can't get up to go to the beach.
You have ants in your bed.
The island has run out of cerveza.
Your skin and hair are torched and need a break from the tropical sun.
You feel some strange overwhelming need to get home and soak your clothes in oxyclean to remove the new stains that appeared when you took your clothes to Tim Pho.
You missed the latest Survivor episode and can't wait to find out who was voted off the island.
You got voted off the island!
The reasons to stay far outweigh reasons to go, but home and Saby were calling. When I woke up this morning, I was mentally planning the day in my head.
Fresh fruit and fresh orange juice for breakfast.
One of those BBQ pulled pork sandwiches from Barlito? Geez, I'm torturing myself!
Maybe a ride around the island in the jyp?
Some people/iguana watching while we drink our afternoon frappe's at Mogagua?
Maybe a little siesta?
One last baked shrimp at Fredy's for dinner?
Another sunset in Paradise?
But alas, I'm soaking clothes in oxyclean while Craig mows the yard, cleans the pool, and gives Saby a bath. Ugh.