This morning I saw a homeless man peeing into a gutter. Vacation is officially over. But this weekend I’ll go to Whole Foods to get one of those coconut milk drinks that actually comes in a coconut. That might make me feel better.
Details of our trip I haven’t divulged yet:
- A lizard moved into our room halfway through our stay. He wasn’t much of a bother after I got over my inital case of the shudders.
- Every night after the torches were lit on the resort, dozens of frogs would gather around the fire and crowd the sidewalk. And every night, we had to tiptoe our way around the frogs to avoid a smushing situation. The Husband wears a size 15 shoe and I wear a size 6. Guess who stepped on a frog?
- I attempted to snorkel and it turns out I’m not good at it. Water animals, coral and black rocks make me panic. The Husband had to carry me back to shore.
- I nearly got killed by a falling palm frond. Those warning signs are not a joke.
In a nutshell I would say our trip was nothing like we imagined and more than we expected. Mind numbingly relaxing and grossly romantic — there’s only so much you can do to entertain yourself with no TV or WiFi for six days. I miss Fiji.