rainy, hot, temps 30
We had the MOST romantic, splendid evening last night. It was one of our last nights in the Presidential Suite so we wanted to take advantage of it. We asked Sabie our butler to give us dinner on the verandah. Not expecting anything except room service.
Well, she set out linen, silverware, an orchid in a vase. she scattered flower petals everywhere. And served us the most wonderful meal. We looked out over the Caribbean Sea - and down below the live band sang love ballads. (not for us, we realize - it was just unbelievable good luck!) So we ate, and danced, and held each other - and thanked Sabie over and over.
She was wonderful.
I will tell you, this vacation is so far better than anything I ever dreamed. Sandals is extraordinary...once we figured out what we wanted and what the resort offered. We're quieter than many of the people here. We don't party or want to be surrounded by parties. Basically, we want a quiet beach, a lovely ocean, romantic times together.
And we have them here.
And the people who love to drink and party, kareoke and limbo, have that too - in another area.
But what moves us and impresses us the most are the people. Their kindness. And it does not feel forced.
This morning the extraordinary Malaika told us we'd be moved into a Rondeval suite!!! tomorrow.
So, no tears. We're really delighted.
Off for lunch. it does feel odd to eat then just leave. Hope we don't do that back home.
Sunday, 31 January 2010
Saturday, 30 January 2010
Got Milk?
rain and sun mix, warm, temps 28
It seems St. Lucia is like this...a mix of brilliant, blazing sun, and then a rain shower. A little frustrating at times as we skiddadle inside, then outside. As Michael says, it is at least exercise.
Happy to report, the clothes still fit and the salt water and buffet have not yet shrunk them.
Had another massage - heaven - and my upper lip waxed. Decided this needed to be strategic. Do not wax on the last day here because not only do the hairs come out, so does the tan. So I would have ended up with a brown face, and a very white moustache.
I burned yesterday. Ironic since I'd just bought the strongest sun block I could find. When we put it on i had to double check the tube to make sure it wasn't latex paint. After two days in the sun, using sun block, I realized it was working and I was not burning, but neither was i tanning. hate to come back to Canada whiter than when i left - which is quite a feat given few things on earth are whiter than a Canadian in winter. the only thing that distinguishes us from snow is our clothing. yet another good reason to wear clothes in winter. Without them Canada just looks like a bunch of mobile snow drifts. Reminds me of one of my favorite mae West quotes: "I used to be as pure as the driven snow - then I drifted.'
We're doing a lot of drifting here! Continue to relax and unwind and having a fab time. We get kicked out of the Presidential Suite Monday. There'll be claw marks on the floor. Trying to be sanguine about it, but it will be hard to go back to any normal room now that we've seen 'Paree". Still, such fun to have it now!!
We went off to another Sandals - the Regency - for dinner last night. japanese. As the bus pulled out from the Grande (where we're staying) Michael and I looked at each other and laughed...seemed very strange to be leaving. half expected a huge bubble to appear and take us back to the village.
It was a very fun 40 minute drive to the Ragency...great dinner...then home.
The adventure continues...though as you can see, it isn't much of an adventure...though we're discovering untold and buried caverns of laziness. Untapped - and deep.
I think I hear the siren song of the buffet.
Speak in a couple days....
It seems St. Lucia is like this...a mix of brilliant, blazing sun, and then a rain shower. A little frustrating at times as we skiddadle inside, then outside. As Michael says, it is at least exercise.
Happy to report, the clothes still fit and the salt water and buffet have not yet shrunk them.
Had another massage - heaven - and my upper lip waxed. Decided this needed to be strategic. Do not wax on the last day here because not only do the hairs come out, so does the tan. So I would have ended up with a brown face, and a very white moustache.
I burned yesterday. Ironic since I'd just bought the strongest sun block I could find. When we put it on i had to double check the tube to make sure it wasn't latex paint. After two days in the sun, using sun block, I realized it was working and I was not burning, but neither was i tanning. hate to come back to Canada whiter than when i left - which is quite a feat given few things on earth are whiter than a Canadian in winter. the only thing that distinguishes us from snow is our clothing. yet another good reason to wear clothes in winter. Without them Canada just looks like a bunch of mobile snow drifts. Reminds me of one of my favorite mae West quotes: "I used to be as pure as the driven snow - then I drifted.'
We're doing a lot of drifting here! Continue to relax and unwind and having a fab time. We get kicked out of the Presidential Suite Monday. There'll be claw marks on the floor. Trying to be sanguine about it, but it will be hard to go back to any normal room now that we've seen 'Paree". Still, such fun to have it now!!
We went off to another Sandals - the Regency - for dinner last night. japanese. As the bus pulled out from the Grande (where we're staying) Michael and I looked at each other and laughed...seemed very strange to be leaving. half expected a huge bubble to appear and take us back to the village.
It was a very fun 40 minute drive to the Ragency...great dinner...then home.
The adventure continues...though as you can see, it isn't much of an adventure...though we're discovering untold and buried caverns of laziness. Untapped - and deep.
I think I hear the siren song of the buffet.
Speak in a couple days....
Thursday, 28 January 2010
Our Butler
sunny, hot, temps 32
We've ben here three days and Michael forgot what day it is. I told him it was Michael-Day and he seemed content.
Danced on the beach two nights ago - after dinner. Just us. The live music was in the open air lounge about 20 yards away, but we were behind a stand of palms...coming back from dinner at Gordon's restaurant, which is on stilts over the Carribean sea.
We've met our butlers...Amos is lovely - only met him yesterday - mostly we've been butled by the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. And clearly the most gorgeous woman Michael has ever seen.
Her name is Malaika. And now, along with the exotic bird calls and gentle rhythm of the waves there is another chorus. Michael saying, 'I think I'll just call Malaika. I'm a little thirsty.'
Actually, I'm as smitten as Michael. It's a very funny feeling to have a butler. sort of uncomfrtable, really since we want to take full advantage of having them, without actually taking advantage of them. Though that latter is becoming less and less of a concern as our vacation moves along.
I wish I could tell you we've learned scuba diving and visited the volcano - or kayaked. We barely get ourselves to the beach! But we do - and lie there reading, slathered in sunblock. We have quite a creative tan/burn. I think this is because we have two differnt types of block - a 30 and 60, and I believe I mixed up the two. So some sections are burned and some are blocked.
Were invited to the General Manager's cocktail party last night. Very elegant. His name is Winston and he has the happy capacity to remember not just what day it is, but peole's names.
Every time we return to our room (The presidential suite!!!! feel the need to repeat that) - some new surprise awaits. Two nights ago, after dinner on the quai and dancing on the beach we returned to find our bedroom lit by candles and flowers strewn on the bed. We both burst into tears. Last night someone had writted our names on the bed using palm fronds.
This is an extraordinary place.
We find ourselves exhausted - and might not actually leave the resort for the remainder of our stay.
We're very happy. And very, very glad to have you along. Happier still to have a butler!!! No - OUR butler. I need to say that because I suspect we won't be able to say that many more times in our lives. Our butler.
Wow.
We've ben here three days and Michael forgot what day it is. I told him it was Michael-Day and he seemed content.
Danced on the beach two nights ago - after dinner. Just us. The live music was in the open air lounge about 20 yards away, but we were behind a stand of palms...coming back from dinner at Gordon's restaurant, which is on stilts over the Carribean sea.
We've met our butlers...Amos is lovely - only met him yesterday - mostly we've been butled by the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. And clearly the most gorgeous woman Michael has ever seen.
Her name is Malaika. And now, along with the exotic bird calls and gentle rhythm of the waves there is another chorus. Michael saying, 'I think I'll just call Malaika. I'm a little thirsty.'
Actually, I'm as smitten as Michael. It's a very funny feeling to have a butler. sort of uncomfrtable, really since we want to take full advantage of having them, without actually taking advantage of them. Though that latter is becoming less and less of a concern as our vacation moves along.
I wish I could tell you we've learned scuba diving and visited the volcano - or kayaked. We barely get ourselves to the beach! But we do - and lie there reading, slathered in sunblock. We have quite a creative tan/burn. I think this is because we have two differnt types of block - a 30 and 60, and I believe I mixed up the two. So some sections are burned and some are blocked.
Were invited to the General Manager's cocktail party last night. Very elegant. His name is Winston and he has the happy capacity to remember not just what day it is, but peole's names.
Every time we return to our room (The presidential suite!!!! feel the need to repeat that) - some new surprise awaits. Two nights ago, after dinner on the quai and dancing on the beach we returned to find our bedroom lit by candles and flowers strewn on the bed. We both burst into tears. Last night someone had writted our names on the bed using palm fronds.
This is an extraordinary place.
We find ourselves exhausted - and might not actually leave the resort for the remainder of our stay.
We're very happy. And very, very glad to have you along. Happier still to have a butler!!! No - OUR butler. I need to say that because I suspect we won't be able to say that many more times in our lives. Our butler.
Wow.
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Presidential Suite!!!
showers, warm, temps 80
Oh, my Gooood. By some bit of great good fortune we were upgraded to the presidential suite. I'm not kidding. We arrived yesterday afternoon - a little rainy in Montreal but nothing to worry about (go tell my previous self) - landed in St. Lucia and were picked up by a fellow named Kim...our private chauffeur with a private car - to take us the hour and a half across the island to the Sandals Grande St. Lucian. I was quite glad I'd swallowed my Gravol-type anti-motion sickness pill. Up and down, sharp turns - mountainous roads...but stunning! We drove through the rain forest and could see mountains and valleys covered in mist and vegetation...everything was huge. Felt like we were in the Land of the Giants.
We sure weren't in Kansas anymore! Or Quebec.
It was sunny and warm and humid - but very pleasant.
Someone met us at the front of the Sandals, asked our name and said, Oh yes, you're in our very best room.' Which I thought was both promising and hyperbole. We'd arranged, as you know, for a Butler Level room...the Prime Minister's One bedroom suite.
But a moment later they showed up to the William Jefferson Clinton Presidential suite!!!
Dear Lord in heaven - take me now.
I don't think I've ever seen Michael so thrilled and amazed - and that includes seeing him at the alter as my mother and I walked down the aisle at our wedding.
Let me describe this suite. You walk into a vestibule (zooming almost unnotived past a powder room the size of our entire bathroom at home) - and facing us is a bank of three huge double drench doors leading onto a verandah looking onto the Caribbean Sea. Sail boats, palm trees, mountains beyond.
And in the foreground, our room. A living room area with back to back huge sofas, One set facing a massive flat screen TV - then behind it a dining room, a kitchen... then upstairs two big bedrooms, each with ensuite. The master bedroom is immense...with a sitting area and biggest flat screen TV I've ever seen - and behind that a four-poster king bed, also with a flat screen. A dressing room. A huge (this is a theme, by the way) bathroom with jacuzzi tub, walk in shower, two sinks, marble counters, separate toilet. And an outside shower...on the terrace...looking onto the other side of the resort...out to the Atlantic.
Both bedrooms have sliding glass doors onto a (yes) massive balcony with chaisse lounges and tables and chairs.
We knew for sure we were in Paradise!!
had dinner at the beach barbeque last night - on the beach. Eating mahi mahi and listening to a steel band. This morning we had breakfast on the verhandah off the living room, looking on the caribbean. It was, and is, very warm, but not uncomfortable. Sunny at first, then cloudy and showers off and on for the day. But we don't care. No one seems to care. Very relaxed and happy atmosphere.
Not at all sure we'll leave the resort, frankly. Quite surprised we left the suite.
Between cloud bursts we swam in the ocean and laid on beach chairs, reading. And feeling very, very grateful and blessed. And blissed.
Will blog again in a few days. Be well - and welcome to St. Lucia!
Oh, my Gooood. By some bit of great good fortune we were upgraded to the presidential suite. I'm not kidding. We arrived yesterday afternoon - a little rainy in Montreal but nothing to worry about (go tell my previous self) - landed in St. Lucia and were picked up by a fellow named Kim...our private chauffeur with a private car - to take us the hour and a half across the island to the Sandals Grande St. Lucian. I was quite glad I'd swallowed my Gravol-type anti-motion sickness pill. Up and down, sharp turns - mountainous roads...but stunning! We drove through the rain forest and could see mountains and valleys covered in mist and vegetation...everything was huge. Felt like we were in the Land of the Giants.
We sure weren't in Kansas anymore! Or Quebec.
It was sunny and warm and humid - but very pleasant.
Someone met us at the front of the Sandals, asked our name and said, Oh yes, you're in our very best room.' Which I thought was both promising and hyperbole. We'd arranged, as you know, for a Butler Level room...the Prime Minister's One bedroom suite.
But a moment later they showed up to the William Jefferson Clinton Presidential suite!!!
Dear Lord in heaven - take me now.
I don't think I've ever seen Michael so thrilled and amazed - and that includes seeing him at the alter as my mother and I walked down the aisle at our wedding.
Let me describe this suite. You walk into a vestibule (zooming almost unnotived past a powder room the size of our entire bathroom at home) - and facing us is a bank of three huge double drench doors leading onto a verandah looking onto the Caribbean Sea. Sail boats, palm trees, mountains beyond.
And in the foreground, our room. A living room area with back to back huge sofas, One set facing a massive flat screen TV - then behind it a dining room, a kitchen... then upstairs two big bedrooms, each with ensuite. The master bedroom is immense...with a sitting area and biggest flat screen TV I've ever seen - and behind that a four-poster king bed, also with a flat screen. A dressing room. A huge (this is a theme, by the way) bathroom with jacuzzi tub, walk in shower, two sinks, marble counters, separate toilet. And an outside shower...on the terrace...looking onto the other side of the resort...out to the Atlantic.
Both bedrooms have sliding glass doors onto a (yes) massive balcony with chaisse lounges and tables and chairs.
We knew for sure we were in Paradise!!
had dinner at the beach barbeque last night - on the beach. Eating mahi mahi and listening to a steel band. This morning we had breakfast on the verhandah off the living room, looking on the caribbean. It was, and is, very warm, but not uncomfortable. Sunny at first, then cloudy and showers off and on for the day. But we don't care. No one seems to care. Very relaxed and happy atmosphere.
Not at all sure we'll leave the resort, frankly. Quite surprised we left the suite.
Between cloud bursts we swam in the ocean and laid on beach chairs, reading. And feeling very, very grateful and blessed. And blissed.
Will blog again in a few days. Be well - and welcome to St. Lucia!
Sunday, 24 January 2010
One More Sleep
Sunny - but rain expected - temps minus 5
Lovely morning, but a bit of a mess expected overnight and tomorrow. Hope it doesn't affect the flight! I try not to worry, since it's clearly pointless - but it bubbles up every now and then.
I've been very lucky with flights. The only time the weather played a big role while on tour was two years ago. I needed to fly out of Montreal in March for an event in Connecticut - I was supposed to leave Sunday, but a massive blizzard arrived and the airport was shut. I went to the airport at 4 am next morning and it was - of course - chaos. I was on a wait-list, but finallyn got on a flight to NYC around ten am...the even was 1pm. The PR man at Minotaur met the flight, whisked us into a waiting limo and off we zoomed. Missed the lunch, but made the actual discussion. Then I had the whole week of travel, from NYC to Detroit, to Arizona and California ahead of me. A little tough to start off so stressed and tired - but everything else worked out very well.
It's amazing, really, when you consider the number of lights, and connections, over the years while on book tour.
So - fingers crossed for tomorrow. Always a great feeling once the plane takes off, breaks through the clouds and we're on our way. Phew.
I've decided, after some agonizing - to leave the blackberry at home and the computer. My intention is to see if there's a business centre and blog a few days - but not everyday.
Funny - but this was a harder decision that it probably should have been. The problem with having both with me is I have almost no self-control. And it would be deeply sad to spend time on a blackberry or computer when paradise and Michael await.
So - no temptation. The Apple is left at home.
Our friend Cotton is dropping by our Montreal apartment in a few minutes. She's staying here a few nights while we're gone and we need to show her around. Besides that it will be a quiet day. Watched the US Women's Figure skating last night. Nail-biting. Beautiful.
Off now to water the plants asnd check-in to the flight online.
Thank you for all your well-wishes!!! We'll see you in St. Lucia!
Lovely morning, but a bit of a mess expected overnight and tomorrow. Hope it doesn't affect the flight! I try not to worry, since it's clearly pointless - but it bubbles up every now and then.
I've been very lucky with flights. The only time the weather played a big role while on tour was two years ago. I needed to fly out of Montreal in March for an event in Connecticut - I was supposed to leave Sunday, but a massive blizzard arrived and the airport was shut. I went to the airport at 4 am next morning and it was - of course - chaos. I was on a wait-list, but finallyn got on a flight to NYC around ten am...the even was 1pm. The PR man at Minotaur met the flight, whisked us into a waiting limo and off we zoomed. Missed the lunch, but made the actual discussion. Then I had the whole week of travel, from NYC to Detroit, to Arizona and California ahead of me. A little tough to start off so stressed and tired - but everything else worked out very well.
It's amazing, really, when you consider the number of lights, and connections, over the years while on book tour.
So - fingers crossed for tomorrow. Always a great feeling once the plane takes off, breaks through the clouds and we're on our way. Phew.
I've decided, after some agonizing - to leave the blackberry at home and the computer. My intention is to see if there's a business centre and blog a few days - but not everyday.
Funny - but this was a harder decision that it probably should have been. The problem with having both with me is I have almost no self-control. And it would be deeply sad to spend time on a blackberry or computer when paradise and Michael await.
So - no temptation. The Apple is left at home.
Our friend Cotton is dropping by our Montreal apartment in a few minutes. She's staying here a few nights while we're gone and we need to show her around. Besides that it will be a quiet day. Watched the US Women's Figure skating last night. Nail-biting. Beautiful.
Off now to water the plants asnd check-in to the flight online.
Thank you for all your well-wishes!!! We'll see you in St. Lucia!
Saturday, 23 January 2010
The Oxford Cafe
Mainly sunny, temps minus 5
Glorious day. Lots of fun yesterday - can't quite believe we got everything done without annoying everyone, mostly ourselves. It started off really well at the eye doc. We can, and have, sat there for 3 hours waiting...but this time he took us immediately and Michael was in and out in an hour. Eyes great! Small issue perhaps with the right eye - pressure a little high - but he has an appointment with the glaucoma man when we get back. Then off to do some fast chores...see our friend Sharon's painting in Cafe Creme - a coffee shop/gallery in Westmount. Then we met Jim and Sharon for lunch at another cafe/gallery.
Sharon is full of life and energy and beans. Great artist and wonderful friend. Such a joy seeing them both.
Then off to Charlie's hockey game. Thank God they had heaters in the area. Those places can be refrigerators. Close game...the other team's goalie was fantastic. And the woman sitting next to me - we struck up a conversation she was there to root on her grandson - pointed out that the other team was both girls and boys. Indeed, their best player, by far, was a girl. But until she pointed it out I hadnm't noticed. So much padding. Only the hair sticking out was a clue.
Charlie is a wonderful player. Very fast, very skilled. And his team one. But a squeaker...1-0.
I dropped by the locker room to give him a mass of fudge from the Sutton fudge lady. Enough to share. Then scooted over to the funeral home for Ron Jamieson's visitation. He was 93 and owned as little red sports car. Very lively man. So this really was a celebration.
Then home - and Michael and his son went off for dinner and I watched a fun documentary on Valentino. The designer.
I must admit I wasn't even tempted to watch the telethon on Haiti. We've given quite a bit of money and I just could not stand to see more of the suffering, or hear about it. Perhaps in a few days. I still watch the news. Still organizing an event in the village for when we return, as a fundraiser.
Needed, and took, time 'off'.
This morning Michael and I met sister-in-law Mary (Charlie's mother) and her mother Marg - visiting from Toronto - for breakfast. At Jim and Sharon's suggestion we tried out a place that was new to us - but close to Lower Canada College, where Charlie's hockey tournament is being played. An old style, bit worn, Ma and Pa diner called the Oxford Cafe, in the Notre-dame-de-Grace area. We had a booth, and shared our breakfasts of Eggs Benedict, plain pancakes, mango and black current pancake, fruit plate and bacon. And syrup. And hot chocolates and coffee.
Yuuuum. As you can see, we are in training for Sandals. Hate to have our stomaches shrink.
And now home for a quite afternoon. Bliss.
Speak to you tomorrow.
Glorious day. Lots of fun yesterday - can't quite believe we got everything done without annoying everyone, mostly ourselves. It started off really well at the eye doc. We can, and have, sat there for 3 hours waiting...but this time he took us immediately and Michael was in and out in an hour. Eyes great! Small issue perhaps with the right eye - pressure a little high - but he has an appointment with the glaucoma man when we get back. Then off to do some fast chores...see our friend Sharon's painting in Cafe Creme - a coffee shop/gallery in Westmount. Then we met Jim and Sharon for lunch at another cafe/gallery.
Sharon is full of life and energy and beans. Great artist and wonderful friend. Such a joy seeing them both.
Then off to Charlie's hockey game. Thank God they had heaters in the area. Those places can be refrigerators. Close game...the other team's goalie was fantastic. And the woman sitting next to me - we struck up a conversation she was there to root on her grandson - pointed out that the other team was both girls and boys. Indeed, their best player, by far, was a girl. But until she pointed it out I hadnm't noticed. So much padding. Only the hair sticking out was a clue.
Charlie is a wonderful player. Very fast, very skilled. And his team one. But a squeaker...1-0.
I dropped by the locker room to give him a mass of fudge from the Sutton fudge lady. Enough to share. Then scooted over to the funeral home for Ron Jamieson's visitation. He was 93 and owned as little red sports car. Very lively man. So this really was a celebration.
Then home - and Michael and his son went off for dinner and I watched a fun documentary on Valentino. The designer.
I must admit I wasn't even tempted to watch the telethon on Haiti. We've given quite a bit of money and I just could not stand to see more of the suffering, or hear about it. Perhaps in a few days. I still watch the news. Still organizing an event in the village for when we return, as a fundraiser.
Needed, and took, time 'off'.
This morning Michael and I met sister-in-law Mary (Charlie's mother) and her mother Marg - visiting from Toronto - for breakfast. At Jim and Sharon's suggestion we tried out a place that was new to us - but close to Lower Canada College, where Charlie's hockey tournament is being played. An old style, bit worn, Ma and Pa diner called the Oxford Cafe, in the Notre-dame-de-Grace area. We had a booth, and shared our breakfasts of Eggs Benedict, plain pancakes, mango and black current pancake, fruit plate and bacon. And syrup. And hot chocolates and coffee.
Yuuuum. As you can see, we are in training for Sandals. Hate to have our stomaches shrink.
And now home for a quite afternoon. Bliss.
Speak to you tomorrow.
Thursday, 21 January 2010
Avatar
partly cloudy, cool, temps minus 5
Nice drive in...crazy squeezing ourselves out of the house. Happily Pat and Tony and their dogs showed up to move in and that always helps.
We decided to visit a place called Bikini Village in downtown Montreal. Once we found parking we got side-tracked. Well, I was side-tracked...Michael was on the real mission. Seems he'd lured me downtown with the promise of Bikini Village, but the real agenda was to see Avatar.
I was in no rush to see it - the adds looked ok, but I prefer live-action to animated, or approximated, characters.
I was wrong. It was spectacular. The 3-D is magnificent. I even enjoyed the story. The critiques say the plot is thin - but I think they're confusing simple with thin. It was spell-binding. Highly recommend it.
Then, despite the fact the sun had already set, I dragged him over to Bikini Village. Not that I planned to buy a bikini - I'd have to be really batty to consider that. Sandals would upgrade us to our won desert island. But they have other things.
Michael, dragged against his will, bought two pairs of shorts. And I got a bathing suit and a skirt thing. More stuff to take to St. Lucia.
It's now 6pm and we've just arrived at the appartment in Montreal. Hectic day tomorrow. Michael's eye appointment - meeting friends for a quick lunch - Sharon and I will head to Charlie's hockey game while Jim and Michael head to the visition for our mutual friend. After the game Sharon and I will join them. Then Michael's son coming over for drinks, and the two men will go out for dinner.
I'll watch a video and try not to eat pizza. Hoarding calories for the buffet table. I'm a woman with a plan. Very powerful. Stand back.
Might not blog tomorrow - a little packed...but will chat with you Saturday.
Hope you're thriving. Stay well.
Nice drive in...crazy squeezing ourselves out of the house. Happily Pat and Tony and their dogs showed up to move in and that always helps.
We decided to visit a place called Bikini Village in downtown Montreal. Once we found parking we got side-tracked. Well, I was side-tracked...Michael was on the real mission. Seems he'd lured me downtown with the promise of Bikini Village, but the real agenda was to see Avatar.
I was in no rush to see it - the adds looked ok, but I prefer live-action to animated, or approximated, characters.
I was wrong. It was spectacular. The 3-D is magnificent. I even enjoyed the story. The critiques say the plot is thin - but I think they're confusing simple with thin. It was spell-binding. Highly recommend it.
Then, despite the fact the sun had already set, I dragged him over to Bikini Village. Not that I planned to buy a bikini - I'd have to be really batty to consider that. Sandals would upgrade us to our won desert island. But they have other things.
Michael, dragged against his will, bought two pairs of shorts. And I got a bathing suit and a skirt thing. More stuff to take to St. Lucia.
It's now 6pm and we've just arrived at the appartment in Montreal. Hectic day tomorrow. Michael's eye appointment - meeting friends for a quick lunch - Sharon and I will head to Charlie's hockey game while Jim and Michael head to the visition for our mutual friend. After the game Sharon and I will join them. Then Michael's son coming over for drinks, and the two men will go out for dinner.
I'll watch a video and try not to eat pizza. Hoarding calories for the buffet table. I'm a woman with a plan. Very powerful. Stand back.
Might not blog tomorrow - a little packed...but will chat with you Saturday.
Hope you're thriving. Stay well.
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