And we’re home.
Actually, we got home on Friday evening, which is most definitely the way to go, because it meant we could use Friday evening to unpack, go grocery shopping, and do laundry, and then have the whole weekend before returning to work. We are so over the “return on Sunday night, preferably on the very last flight” concept.
Cancun was delightful. We slept a lot (averaging around ten glorious hours a night), ate some lovely meals, laid by the pool and on the beach, took some long walks, watched a bunch of movies and read and read and read. It was beautiful.
It was just so nice to have a week of no responsibilities, no schedule, nothing we HAD to do, and days and days of time with Bart.
I did not really like so much the afternoon where I totally lost at mini golf. But I forgave Bart for being so much better at it than I am. I am a good person.
My favorite thing, though, was this hilarious little clown car we rented.
It’s good to be home.