July 12, 2009 There and Back Again
It’s over. I’m sitting at the airport. Some sand may still be in between my toes and almost definitely in my ears. Silly wind. But that’s it.
No more long days in the sun, staring at the sea. Floating in the water or walking through hundreds of little silver fish is over.
I’m looking forward to seeing Eckie, but I don’t want vacation to end. I finally get it, Mom.
Today I slept in a little more than I wanted, but was ensconced in a palapa by 10. Mike brought down our snorkeling gear, but were were all content with sun and books.




