Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Our Romantic Vacation...Phase 5 - The Trip Home

By Wednesday my head cold was dwindling and I didn't have to force down more medicine. Of course at this point, we were also looking at the end of our vacation. So we decided to do as much relaxing as possible!

We lucked up and got a the last set of beach chairs with an umbrella. Which turned out to be not so lucky within 30 minutes when all the clouds rolled in - this was 11am. But nevertheless - we were determined to relax and enjoy doing nothing.

A little light reading and I started to get thirsty. So, I sent my cabana boy (DaveBrown) to get us some fruity drinks. While he was gone a big white crane walked directly behind my beach chair, so I got a picture. Either they have bad eyes or are very used to tourists. There was a family of Euros a few umbrellas down that all had on their speedos. The 2 oldest children - yep, they had 4 kids - were so intrigued with the crane that they chased it away. I kind of wished that the crane had now been an angry duck or swan. You know, the kind that will chase you and try to bite and spit on you. Yeah, that would have been fun to watch - if it were to chase the parents that weren't watching the kids. Oh well.

After an afternoon of laying on the beach we decided that we needed to make reservations for dinner. We've done Caribbean, Italian, and American - so tonight we're going to Coco Bistro - the French restaurant. And why not - if it weren't for the French we'd be bowing to the queen, listening to crappy music like the Spice Girls and saying things such as "that bloke is the dog's bollocks".

Coco Bistro was a great restaurant and a great way to spend our last night on vacation. They have tables set in a small coconut grove in the back patio of the restaurant. The food was very good - very tasty.

Evidently there was a group of folks from Texas there for business. They sat just 2 tables away from us but it felt like they were much closer. They were out for a night on the town though. One of the ladies had even gotten herself all dolled up in her rhinestone jean jacket. Fancy! Boss Hog (or the leader of their group) was insistent that they get a picture of the group with the owner as he greeted the tables. And apparently he has an employee named Jim that takes direction like a man on a road trip. For 10 minutes, we weren't able to hear our own conversations because Jim wouldn't stop kissing the restaurant owners butt and get into position for a picture. All we heard was (in a deep southern accent that sounded sweet to me) - Jim....Jim....Jim, turn around so we can take a picture....Jim....Jim, turn around and smile.

After a nice meal and some light southern entertainment - we headed back to the resort and enjoyed another good night's sleep. We woke up early the next morning, to be sure that we had plenty of time to pack, check out and turn in our rental car. Some people (DaveBrown) don't like the excitement of cutting it close.

We got our bags packed and in the car. Checked out and said goodbye to the wonderful and friendly staff at the resort. Even left them a few postcards to mail - haven't heard if they've reached anyone yet though. Then we headed to the airport to sit and wait. We ate lunch there and surprisingly, it didn't make us sick. It was pretty good for airport food, much better than the snacks they give you on the plane - YUCK! We were 2-3 hours early so we settled into the pleather waiting area seats. Luckily there was a group of 6 British kids that kept me entertained while we waited.

I swear at least 4-5 of them were high on crystal meth or coke because they couldn't sit down for more than a minute. They spent a lot of time in the duty free airport store checking out the jewelry and booze. What I did notice about them was that they all appeared to be in their early to mid 20s. Not sure if they have rich parents or how they got the money to spend their holiday (vacation) in the Turks. They all appeared to have eaten well also. They definitely had gotten better tans than me and DaveBrown. I was jealous - especially since my only tan consisted of small sections on my calves and a small portion on the back of just one of my arms. How'd they do it?

The flight back was pretty uneventful. Another layover in Charlotte - don't fall for the airport BBQ though. Not so good - but they do have a Krispy Kreme. We got back into DC Thursday night and at this point, I was wishing I was back in the Turks. It was cold and dark. Immediately I started planning in my head our next vacation. It'll definitely be somewhere warm again. Maybe another Caribbean island. I really have my eyes on Antigua and Anguilla ... Now if I can just get my finances together....oh well.

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