Wednesday, February 27, 2019

What I learned this winter



Linking up again today with Emily P. Freeman to share a baker's dozen bits of new insight, in varying degrees of nonpracticality.


1.  Stevia can make a tastable dust cloud 12 feet away from a spill.


Jason recently went through a Stevia phase for his coffee station just around the corner from our bed, and one morning he dropped the can.  Moments later I was licking my lips and needing to brush my teeth.


2.  Have the child put their tooth pillow outside the bedroom door.


This was actually Caleb's idea, and so brilliant I wish I had thought of it years ago.  He said he didn't want the tooth fairy to scare him when she came in in the middle of the night, so he set his tooth pillow outside his door in the hall, like a little mailbox.  Not only is no child frightened by a midnight intruder, but the midnight intruder also doesn't have to tiptoe around pointy Legos while holding her breath so as not to wake the snaggle tooth.  Win for everybody!





3.  British Royal Guardsmen are taught to pee their pants and faint at attention.


It's true.  "Think of England and don't leave your post."  Hahaha


Also, I watched this video about five times of Her Majesty's Guard bungling their marching orders and I laughed harder each time.




4.  FAO is a bad place to Christmas shop.


You'd think it's a good idea, but no.


5.  You're supposed to orient the bobbin like a "9" before you put it in the sewing machine.


I didn't even know it mattered which way the bobbin went, much less know that in a front-loading machine like mine, the string is supposed to come off the right side, so it forms a "9."


This explains a small portion of my sewing ineptitude.





6.  I can't do a single push-up.


...as of a month ago. But I'm pleased to report that having worked up from a few "girl" push-ups to twenty, and then to a single "real" push-up, I can now complete two real push-ups on a good day.




7.  What snorkeling is like.  


It's quiet.  You can't talk to your friend except in gestures, and that only if they're looking at you.  You can't get too excited, or swim too vigorously, or start laughing, or you won't be able to breathe enough.  It's hard to dive down even a few feet with a big air bubble around your face.


8.  What all the hype about Sandals is for.


We stayed at an all-inclusive resort for our honeymoon, but not Sandals, because it was too expensive.  Who cares about the Sandals brand name anyway? we thought.


Well.  Sandals is super expensive, but now we know why.  The service was unparalleled.  The food was five-star.  And I've never seen any place more beautiful.


9.  If you go to Sandals, you need to make all your reservations the first day.


All included?  Yes.  Guaranteed availability?  Negative.  Get those reservations in for dinner, snorkel tours, and whatever else you want.


10.   You have to sign your passport.


Entering a foreign country, jetlagged, at 9:00pm, and approaching a flinty-faced customs agent, praying for peaceable and swift entrance to their land, is not the ideal time to find out that that little line in your passport above the words "SIGNATURE OF BEARER" is supposed to have your signature on it.




11.  The best way to get Caleb to read his lesson is for me to walk away.


I learned this when I got so supremely frustrated with Caleb's lack of focus one day that I stood up and started to storm out of the room.  Before I could reach the door he had his nose buried in the book and was sounding out word after word in a panic.





12.  You can get a one-pump latte instead of the usual three pumps... and it's not bad with skim milk.


I heard about the pump thing in something I read about saving calories at Starbucks, but it actually solved the problem for me of the vanilla latte being too sweet, but a regular latte too bitter.  Plus, yeah, one pump with skim is like 140 fewer calories than a normal vanilla latte.





13.  It's "I bless the rains down in Africa," not "I miss the rains down in Africa."





I can't believe I've been singing it wrong for decades.



What have you learned this winter?





Saturday, February 23, 2019

Departure



It's February.  


It's raining.  


My St. Lucia tan has all but faded.  


These pictures of our departure day make me sad.


On board the shuttle bus to the airport.





Now when I wake up I have to do responsible adulty stuff.  


Like take care of myself and others.  


This is the view from where we stopped to use the bathroom halfway to the airport.


I miss St. Lucia.


Pigeon Island poking all the way out to the left, with our resort on the connecting peninsula. 




Monday, February 18, 2019

The end



Our final snorkel excursion took us around Pigeon Island to a cove somewhat further away.








This time Jason very kindly rented me a wetsuit, which kept me from chattering in my mask after thirty minutes.




Fort Rodney from below






After snorkeling, we lounged in chairs by the pool and assessed the situation.  It was our last afternoon.  We had snorkeled all over the place.  We had eaten at all the good places.  We had lounged; we had danced.


We decided there were only two things lacking.  We had not swum in every pool.  And we had not tasted every cocktail on the menu.


It was time to get to work.






This particular pool ended at a rocky drop-off, beside which I am standing.  Water from the upper pool trickled through the rocks and overflowed into a lower pool below.  There is no way to get from one pool to the other without getting out and walking all the way around.  Or, of course, heaving yourself onto the sharp rocks, edging down the slippery waterfall, and then leaping into the pool below, all without spilling your drink in the pool or killing yourself.  I did go on record as saying that was a bad idea.  But the couple next to us at the wall egged us on and said their brother-in-law did it.  So, really, what choice did we have?  


Drinking a Bob Marley.  Wet hair may or may not be due to leaping over jagged waterfall into rather shallow lower pool.


Our pool tour complete, we lounged again at the main pool and polished off the last few cocktails while we watched the crowd--in particular, one dear woman who had possibly sampled the entire drink menu in the last hour, who had a kind soul on either side of her at the swim-up bar with an arm around her, propping her up.  When they got distracted and let go, off she went, over backwards into the pool.  


Her friend fished her out and dragged her around for a while, keeping her head above water.  They fed her pizza and laid her out, laughing hysterically, on the side of the pool.  


Bless her, it's a good thing she wasn't confronted with a judgement call involving a hazardous waterfall.






Our dinner reservation was at the Japanese steakhouse Kimono's, but first we took a stroll at sunset.








We were seated next to an uncommonly talkative gentleman from California.

Can you find the hummingbird?


He kept up an unbreaking stream of conversation with us, despite Jason's encouragement to engage the help of his personal butler to win back the good graces of his wife, who had actually walked out during the first course.  When our meal was finished and he showed no sign of departure, we excused ourselves to the bathroom and escaped out the back.


We wondered for days afterward if Mr. California was still sitting at that table, waiting for us to come back.




After dinner we played one last game of billiards, in which I was actually beating Jason the whole time, all the way to the end, when I brilliantly, astonishingly shot the 8-ball into the side pocket at an unbelievable angle, after having called the corner pocket. 


So, I lost on a technicality.


Fortunately, the night club opened to console me with music, dancing, and a chocolate buffet.




Thus came to a close our week of sumptuous luxury, having been fully spoiled by land and by sea, coming in and going out, mind, body and soul.


I don't think I could have left at all had I not the faith of C. S. Lewis.


There are better things ahead than any we leave behind.


One day God will create a new earth.  All will be beautiful, glorious, and alive.  


I don't think the new St. Lucia will be much different than the old one.  


And I can't wait to go there again.





Sogno all'orizzonte



Friday dawned a crystal blue sky despite the shadow in our hearts that was the awareness of our last day in St. Lucia.










The site of many a billiards game this week.
























François le Clerc, aka Jambe de Bois, aka Peg Leg, the inspiration for our popular image of a peg-legged pirate, used St. Lucia as the base for his piratey operations.




















If this picture makes you desperately jealous, you're not alone.  I'm jealous of myself.  Why can't I be on a swinging bed on a St. Lucian beach right now?


















Above:  our best reenactment of this picture from our honeymoon, below:




Con te partirò
Su navi per mari
Che, io lo so
No, no non esistono più
It's time to say goodbye

-Lucio Quarantotto



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