Bahama Blues

Let me start by saying that I am not expecting any sympathy. I know I can be a spoiled brat and I like to complain. I do realize how lucky I am and I'm extremely grateful for the things I have. With that being said . . .

So far, our last minute family trip to the Bahamas has been a bust! You would think a woman nearing the fourth decade on this earth, on the same continent, in the same country, in the same state, would know her way around. Apparently, you can't include me in on that. Me and the two mini-men were to fly from Orlando to the Bahamas yesterday where the big man would meet us the next night. What a disaster! It started raining once we had gotten onto I-4, and with the horrendous traffic and me with the not-so-great eyesight, thought taking the toll road would be faster. I've never taken the toll road. How was I supposed to know there were TWO international airports?! At least I knew enough that once I drove up to the wrong one that it didn't look right - the big clue was that there was maybe one other car there.

So after breaking the sound barrier (both inside the car and with the car,) we made it to the right airport. CLH says, "Just valet the car. There are signs that'll direct you all the way in." Um, NO. I knew to go to the Hyatt but all the signs said "Hyatt Self Park, Left Lane." I'm in the left lane and at the last set of signs, three rows over, "Hyatt Valet!' Great, just let me side-swipe this Hummer.

We made it to check in and the plane was delayed 25 minutes. Yea for us! Now we just have to get through security. Look at that - only one person in this row, let's go here. Mistake. I don't know if the TSA agent was infatuated or frustrated with this long-haired brunette with the Argentina passport but by this time, I was beyond exasperated.

After all that, we made it to the island, checked in and walked to our room -- all the way to the absolute end of the resort, further away from all the water park action than you can get. With no time to eat lunch after all the day's chaos, we decided to get a quick bite to eat then get in the pool. As we sat in the deli oohing and aahing over the huge yachts out in the marina, our worst fears were confirmed. That huge black cloud that was darkening the sky did NOT blow over. A torrential downpour covered the Bahamas for much of the night.

Early to bed, early to rise for us. Let's get real, it's always early to rise for us. The boys are up at 6 a.m., nothing is open for breakfast til 7 a.m. and the pool doesn't open til 9:30 a.m. What are these people thinking?! After enduring three hours of whining -- "I'm hungry. When can we go swimming? It's so hot. I want to get in the pool/go down the slide. Why do we have to walk so far? I'm thirsty. Somebody carry me. I can't take it anymore." the pools finally open. And it starts lightning.