That. There. Was Unpleasant.

We drove from the farm at 8:30-something AM Friday all the way to somewhere until 8:30-something PM. With Hunt and Beck. Yeah. All-in-all it was uneventful; Beck doing the random at-will screeching to hear the sound of her own voice and remind us that she was all but done with the carseat, and Hunt playing with a new toy every few hours. I managed to chat with Meg for a while before the call dropped and we were back to the long road, which didn't allow for a stop to actually see Meg (insert high pitched Beck screeching...here). We called Mimi to check in and let her know of our awesome progress and we even stopped for a meal (note to self: just eat what was packed). Don't dismiss the big fun of the deplorable dump we spent the night in, which nearly did me in with the dirty yuck and overall ewww. Not to mention Beck screaming for a good 20 minutes before dropping off to sleep. But, it could have been worse...

On Saturday morning we drove another few hours until we reached the island. The room was not ready, of course, so we had a bit of a rough lunch at the clubhouse of the golfcourse, before we finally unpacked into our room and settled in. In, that is, to hot showers and baths and clean clothes, delish.

The boys got a walk in and the sandals were put to use in the ocean.


We have a lovely view thanks to Dada who likes to secure some nice scenery.



And we all managed to get some sleep in clean beds. I didn't even sanitize like a madwoman. Ahhh, vacation...