A few weeks ago me familia went for a week-long trip to
I didn’t want to come home at all. In fact, I can't believe I showed enough sense of responsibility that I came back to reality instead of storing myself away in a coconut in order to live on the island (no not that one) a few extra days. I not only gave myself a pat on the back for being such an adult, but I also gave myself a slap on the ass. I deserved it.
Here’s a summary, in picture form, of an average day in
My day would start with a little of this (the coffee was frekking delish)
I would then take said coffee and go to my balcony and look at this while waiting for eek (younger sister) to get ready:
Breakfast time! (eek)
What i got to look at while eating breakfast:
It was exactly like being in Cleveland.
After breakfast it was time to slow things down for about 8 hours so we could lay on the beach.
"Beeches on the Beach"
(l to r) eek and kathy (older sister)
(l to r - Daddy-O kicking back and mom in the H2O)
When we would cramp up from laying around so much, we'd do a whole bunch of this:
(l to r - me and eek)
Saw a lot of these:
We never got bored but if we had gotten bored, Eek and I agreed we'd pass the time by bench pressing Kathy.
We made time to go to the other side of the island for some exploring and more picture taking.
Here’s (t to r) eek, dad, and I on the beach.
Here’s our family portrait (l to r - kathy, mom, dad, eek, me)
And my hair started looking like Nick Nolte's:
Then we’d head back to our room to shower before dinner.
Holy hell! It’s an elephant made of towels! Thank you housekeeping.
After dinner it was sunset time:
And drinky time:
What can I say except Mehico, I salute you.