We had a lot of cocktail hours, ate a lot of overly expensive roadside pineapples ("I will pay a king's ransom for a pineapple!" became Bubba's Hawaiian catch phrase), snorkeled and did other honeymooney things I won't detail here.
You're welcome for that.
One night we went by a nice looking place with a ridiculously good beach front and had cocktails. They had chaise lounges on their ridiculously good beach front and these chaise lounges had those little white flags which you could prop up when you wanted someone to bring you a Mai Tai while you sat on your ass starting at the water.
Because HELLO I'm trying to live a life of luxury right now, I can't be expected to fetch my own beverage or anything, what the fuck? Am I right?
And then we watched the sunset, had dinner and vowed with all our vowing power that'd we come back some day, stay at this place with its ridiculously good beach front view and service flag-equipped chaise lounges and snorkel at all the hidden away spots we didn't somehow get to during the honeymooning times.
I'll be honest, I didn't really think we'd do it.
BUT! A scant seven years later and Done.
|Why, hello service flags, prepare to be abused.|
|No umbrella, but this definitely counts as an umbrella drink.|
|We stared at this for, like, a long time.|
|This is what the palm trees saw for, like, a long time.|
|When you nap on the beach, sometimes your wife's Camera Dork comes out and takes cliched vacation photos.|
|The sunset view from our room did not suck.|
|No umbrella still, but this one has orchids. Fair enough.|
|Hidden Chicken Beach. Find the chicken!|
|No chicken here. But I DID see a shark while we were snorkeling. SCORE.|
|Chicken? This is the ocean, baby, chickens don't swim in the ocean.|
|HIDDEN CHICKEN! I see you, big boy.|
|Happy chicken finders.|
|View from above Hidden (Chicken) Beach - you can see why it's called Hidden, I suppose.|
|Hunting for Easter eggs.|
And now we're home and I'll get back to telling you about the bees (there are babies in there!), the garden (I have blossoms on the tomatoes! Holy shit!), the front yard meadow (It might be growing *too* well), the farmshare, how I'm wrecking the house again and running (Somehow signed up for 4 races. What tha?) because I'm sure you don't want to hear any more about us getting drunk on the beach even though we loved it A. LOT.