Monday, October 17, 2011
Nesting in Grand Cayman
My daughter's flights to Grand Cayman did not go as planned. Luckily she ended up arriving only several hours later than the rest of us (rather than the next day as we feared) although sans luggage. I'm not sure if it is a good sign or not, but she said when she arrived at the condos, the friendly gardener asked her, "You with those women?". Assuming he was referring to us, she replied yes. And he directed her to our condo. We had already made are mark.
After procuring a car, it was time to do what all women do when they first move in - set-up housekeeping. (You know, that nesting instinct we have.) The refrigerator was empty, a sad sight. So a supply run was necessary for liquor, beer, ice, limes, and snacks (in that order). For some reason, the entire time we were there, we kept underestimating our consumption of adult beverages.
When the view from your sofa is this:
Your days are spent here:
And your evenings here:
Suddenly, anyone's worries and cares are gone - at least for 7 days. And reality is on hold.