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By mid-day tomorrow, I will be strolling on the white sand in Aruba (c) TripAdvisor |

Saturday, April 5, 2025
E IS FOR EAGER
Friday, April 4, 2025
D IS FOR DARKNESS
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The dead of winter in Muskoka (A 6am pic snapped from our kitchen) TAKEN: JANUARY 16th, 2025 |
Tuesday, April 1, 2025
A IS FOR AUDIO
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Allow me to introduce you to Blue TAKEN: MARCH 31st, 2025 |
Today is day one of the annual April A-Z Challenge. You know the drill, I muse about a letter a day for 26 days of this month; with Sunday's off for good behaviour.
Well, this post marks my fourteenth offering of the letter A, for the April A-Z. I still find it hard to believe that I have been taking part in this challenge since 2013, and I have never used the same word twice. My, how time flies when you’re having fun.
Entering 2025 brought a big change to my wee electronic journal. Toward the end of last year, I commented to my son that I thought I may want to connect with a podcast platform and start recording my offerings. You know, so that followers could listen rather than read if that was their preference.
Low and behold, Jukebox bought me a microphone for Christmas and something that was just a passing thought, became a reality over the December holiday break.
Now, what I thought would be fun has turned out to be far more challenging than I ever expected. With no skill set in recording, nor software to edit the audio, I find myself doing multiple takes so I stay at a steady pace, without screwing up the entry I’ve written.
I am not sure how this will work for me mid-challenge, because I always travel for the second week for my birthday. I'll definitely write and post while I am basking in the sun but I have decided not pack my blue snowball mic for I fear I will put too much focus on recording rather than rays.
That said, I have decided to record after the fact and add link to the offerings from my PodBean site once I get home and continue on from there. At least that's my goal.
I can only imagine how hectic it will get, now that I have doubled the work for each letter.... Because I know first hand, that this annual posting ritual is going to take a toll on me.
Just like it has every other year!
#yagottalaughaboutit
Tuesday, February 25, 2025
FOUR YEAR HIATUS
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TOP: South Carolina x's 2 (2014), NOLA x's 2 (2017), Miami (2018) MID: NYC (2019), Key West (2022), Woodstock NY (2022) LOWER: OBX (2022), Vegas (2023), (Nashville 2023) |
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If there is one thing I know to be true, it is that once my travel buddy hubby and I decide on something, it is in the past and not the direction we are going. That was until Donald Trump (Part Deux) happened.
Thanks to his executive orders, we decided to unexpectedly cancel
our trip to Red Rock Amphitheater, and to tour Colorado this summer. That said, in the back
of my mind I felt there may be hope in the cross-border travel department.
I was hopeful that severe looming tariffs
and general uncertainties may get settled amicably between our countries. And our personal choice to boycott American travel may see reprieve. Well, the announcement yesterday that they will move forward no matter what, has proved me wrong.
So, it is official. For the next
four years, we will not cross into the United States and spend any of our hard-earned
money on their soil.
Now, some may say that won’t
matter, as we’ve only spent a little over $50,000 USD in the last decade in
cross border travel into the United States (which includes the two years of being grounded for COVID). BUT, according to the National Travel and Tourism Office, Canadians
spent $30.5 billion in our next-door neighbours’ yard: last year alone.
I will share that I am not a political person trolling to have my opinions heard. I have my beliefs and outside of trying to get my husband to engage in the dialogue, I generally keep my thoughts to myself.
That said, when trying to re-plan my husband’s milestone birthday in July in Canada it's presented challenges. Even though it is only the end of February, we’re simply late to the planning party. Outside of a long weekend in Old Montreal, I feel I may need to bribe him to stay home and renovate the cottage.
In doing do, we are extremely committed that all items will be manufactured by Canadian companies.
I feel this is a time (just like when I was bullied in my tween-hood) where we need to hold our heads high, prove our strong resilience, and leave those doing the bullying in our rear view mirror. (An ode to the fact that none of my
bullies ever so much as graduated high school.)
Even worse, I hate that I have to entertain this orange bully in my home for more four years, rather than the fifteen minutes they say he was entitled to a little over eight years ago.
Wednesday, February 5, 2025
CHANGE OF PLANS
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As I mentioned in my Month of Mondays post in January, my upcoming milestone birthday trip was set, and my travel buddy hubby’s was still in the planning stages. Well, he’d decided he wanted to go to the world famous Red Rocks Amphitheater, just outside Denver Colorado. (If you're not familiar with it, l suggest you look it up.)
Tickets were purchased, hotels and an AirBnb were booked, for
us to enjoy a concert and a weeklong road trip through the state. Well,
as Canadians know, last Saturday night, all hell broke loose. This three-word
disaster is best known to the world as President Donald Trump!
By Monday morning our dollar was worth a whopping .49986
cents to the US dollar, and a conversation over lunch had my husband and I decided to sell our tickets,
cancel our lodging for refund, and scrap his bucket list trip.
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Top - Proof of Purchase - screenshots Bottom - ZBB Budweiser Stage TAKEN: July 14th, 2023 |
Then, out of the blue, we discovered the Zac Brown Band was coming back to Ontario. I immediately got on the alerts list and registered to become a member of Zamily - a member of the the Zac Brown Family; to have a two day jump on the sale of the tickets.
When my husband called to remind me that tickets when on
sale at 10am this morning, I immediately confirmed my intent. “I’m going for the front
row, Baby!!”
Well, you can see by the photo, I was successful of snagging
two front row tickets. Which makes me think it is a little bit of karma playing
in our favour.
I have only ever been lucky enough to see one other amazing
artist at this venue and snag the front row.
It was Sheryl Crow.
The tickets I had to sell
that we were going to see perform at Red Rocks.
Though we had to restart planning for his 'Canadian' bucket list birthday trip, I can't help but think about the ticket thing.....
Kind of a full circle moment, wouldn’t you say?
Tuesday, January 7, 2025
MY MONTH OF MONDAYS
Officially in my fourth year with my employer, I must admit, I have a great gig. I primarily work from home, have a
synergistic relationship with my boss, and truly enjoy what I do for a
living.
The only way it could be any better is if when sipping my morning coffee, I was looking out at beach sand rather than snow. As I sit and sip my morning caffeinated concoction, I am excited to write that I am really looking forward to what this new year has to offer.
My travel buddy hubby and I booked a bucket list trip to celebrate my milestone birthday in April (his is in July and still in the planning stages). I don’t know about you but there is something really special about looking forward to a new bucket list destination and ultimately another passport stamp.
This one in particular, was a decade long decision for me, as this was the only sun soaked destination I recall my mother ever mentioning
that she always wanted to go. So, I’m going.
Flight is just under six hours in length and takes off out of YYZ in 89 days. It’s a Sunday departure, so only thirty-three more
Mondays until we leave.
...With twenty-four of those accounting for every
single day left in the month of January!
#yagottalaughaboutit
Tuesday, December 31, 2024
REMEMBERING 2024
As I have shared here several times before, because I lost my
mother in her fifty seventh year, I have promised myself that I would never wish away time. That
said, this past year has been so devastating on so many levels, I cannot wait
for the clock to strike twelve at midnight; so that I can tightly slam the door and throw away the key.
In contrast to all of my other year-end offerings, I don't want to thank 2024 for the memories. What I will do is punch it in the throat and thank it for proving to us that we are stronger than we ever imagined we could be.
Let's all raise a glass and get ready to welcome a new year. All the best to you and your loved ones in 2025, and thanks again for reading.
~ Rhondi
PS: As you reminisce with me electronically you can click links to journal offerings that you may have missed, or wish to revisit.
PSS: This offering closes out my year with a total of 52 posts. An average of one a week, which has always been my goal.
Here we go.... Keep your hands and feet in the ride at all times!
Most Impactful Moment (centre - His start of week three, still immobile, chatting with his dad): The Wednesday after the May 2-4 weekend, my travel buddy hubby rolled his ATV down an embankment and into the lake at the cottage and spent seventeen days in St. Michaels Hospital in Toronto.
His three brain bleeds, emergency surgery to repair internal bleeding, and his suffering a stroke only scratched the surface of what he endured while confined to a hospital bed.
(LINK TO RE-READ: BORINGLY NORMAL NO LONGER)
May: We moved to the cottage for the summer the weekend before the long weekend. There was no one around. It was at dusk, when I spotted what I thought was an otter moving in the lake. It turns out it was a moose. Less than two week later, everything changed.
June: My travel buddy hubby arrived home after seventeen days in a Toronto Hospital. I swear the dogs figured he was never coming back. They never left his side for the three months following when he was healing at home.
(LINK TO RE-READ: STORMY WEATHER REFLECTIONS)
July: I was devastated by the sudden death of my cousin Denny. So grateful for all the social media sound bites of his voice and singing. Such a talented and wonderful person. Will miss ya, always, Den.
(LINK TO RE-READ: MY FAVOURITE COWBOY)
August: I was happy to host my sister for ten days at the cottage. As we do for anyone that visits, she had to have a drink with our Dad.
(LINK TO RE-READ: CHEERS FROM ANDY GIRL)
September: Unexpectedly, we lost my beloved Annie to an aggressive brain tumour. Only seven days from the time we discovered her drooling, to her no longer know how to eat and drink. I loved her for her entire life and will love her the rest of mine.
(LINK TO RE-READ: REST EAST MY ANNIE)
October: For the first time in almost two decades, my travel buddy hubby and I hosted Thanksgiving dinner. So thankful for all those that attended. Their unconditional support during this very trying year meant the world to us.
(LINK TO RE-READ: A TABLE FOR TEN)
November: We managed to get in a week long vacation to the Mayan Riviera mid month. In keeping with the theme for the year, we were not even remotely surprised to be absolutely hammered by Tropical Storm Sara.
(LINK TO RE-READ: PONDERING REALITY)
December: Snowmageddon 2025 rolled into town, and stayed over a week. Lake effect snow off Georgian Bay had the Town of Gravenhurst under a state of emergency, reminding us that our town was in the same state fifteen years ago to the day.
(LINK TO RE-READ:SNOWMAGEDDON SUCKS
Sunday, November 17, 2024
PONDERING REALITY
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Tropical Storm Sara letting her lingering presence be known. TAKEN: NOVEMBER 16th, 2024 |
I took the beautiful picture I am sharing mid-morning yesterday. About twelve hours after Tropical Storm Sara hit our large resort compound with some serious authority.
Now, some may ponder the odds of heading to a resort in the Mayan Riviera and getting hammered by the weather like we did. Not us. When we began getting the alerts, we simply felt it was an extension of the storm that has surrounded us this entire year.
Feeling a tad exhausted and somewhat defeated, I wandered down the beach and I posted a social media video story. I scanned the miles of high waves, to which I opened with... "Oh 2024, how you've challenged me."
Now, you know I am all about the optimistic thought process of, 'when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.' But this has been such a crap year, I am almost ready to hold our next citrus offering up and squeezing the juice into my eyes; it may be a tad less painful.
Though I kid, my thoughts and glass half full of lemonade is focused on the up coming November 31st.
That will be the day that my travel buddy hubby's brain will officially stop trying to heal itself. Whatever stroke symptoms he has will remain and be a part of our day-to-day reality.
At this point the right arm seems to have corrected itself but there are still lingering speech issues.
His right-side leg is the one he had emergency surgery on to stop his internal bleeding, so I don't think we will ever truly understand which percentage of his challenges will be accident related vs. stroke related. What we do know, is that he will never walk as he did before.
Anyway, as I sit and type and ponder in Mexico, I feel I can sum up everything I know about life.
Which is the fact that will always be always be tough, right up until the minute it isn't.
Friday, November 15, 2024
SILENT DANCE PARTY
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We felt like teens sneaking out the window after Mom went to bed! TAKEN: NOVEMBER 13th (pm) & 14th (am), 2024 |
Thursday, November 14, 2024
TRAVEL DAY DROWSY
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The three of us, in the air mid flight. Just look at my sister on the end. Adamant that she was unable to sleep on a plane! TAKEN: NOVEMBER 13th, 2024 |
When it comes to taking a vacation, coordinating great flight times has become an obsession of mine. Simply because we discovered more than a decade ago, arriving into YYZ in the middle of the night was a hard NO for my travel buddy hubby and I; no matter how big the savings were.
Now, when my sister decided she wanted to join us at our favourite Mayan Riviera resort for a week, I warned her of our early departure intentions, which in turn secured us a midday return flight the following week.
Her big concern was, "...I can't sleep on a plane." In her defense, we are far more seasoned travelers than she. We can fall asleep as soon as those booming jet engines are engaged before we back away from the gate.
Staying at a hotel close to the airport the night of the 12th to be ready for a 5am Air Canada check-in, her travel anxiety was firing on all cylinders and she was up all night.
When we woke early on our travel day morn, she was curled up in the TV room with a blanket. Once again anxiously reaffirming to us, again, "...I can't sleep on a plane."
Knowing we were dealing with her lack of sleep, her next hurdle was to adjust to the fact that the Toronto airport is one of the most technically savvy in the world. Your cell phone and your airline app, have essentially replaced paper for a swift progression through check-in, customs, and security.
Not to judge, rather paint a digital technology picture, my sister has an old school flip phone. One she is very proud of I might add. So, we hooked her up with an older android phone we had, and as uncomfortable (and overtired) as she was, she was good to go.
So much so, that as soon as we checked in to our very large resort, I made sure she was comfortable calling us using a VoIP app I had set up for her. As I wanted to make communication between our rooms worry free.
On a final note. I wanted to touch on the fact that the word 'can't' has never been one I have ever embraced. For me, my mantra is really 'die trying...' and I always seem to figure it out!
That said, I wish my sister would delete the sucker from her thesaurus, or at least aspire to try to minimize its use.
Because, as you can see in my photo above... She really CAN sleep on a plane!!
Monday, August 19, 2024
CHEERS FROM ANDY GIRL
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My smiling sister embracing cottage life whilst enjoying a drink with our dad. TAKEN: AUGUST 9th, |
She would call me to regularly check in. She was the only one I felt comfortable talking to about the gravity of the situation at hand. Everyone else was kept at a distance. During that time she was unconditionally supportive, and always started our calls with the same four words... "How are you doing?"
Completely unprepared for the emotions swirling at what the many doctors were telling me, she kept me calm. She made me laugh. She helped me focus on the day to day, not on the possibility of what may ultimately transpire.
I don't know if anyone reading this can appreciate just how fragile one's mental health can be during such trying times, but I can confirm that the last few months have tested mine to its limit.
Even now, in a conscious effort to self preserve, I no longer want to be around people. I don't want to discuss what has happened and the journey we are on, as my eyes immediately fill with tears.
It is like I am transitioning from a full blown extrovert, to a comfortable introvert, hanging out in the bathtub with a blanket over my head; sipping a warm bowl of gravy from a ladle.
That said, my sister visiting offered me a sense of calm and a true feeling of comfort better than any gravy ladle ever could.
No pressure, zero bullshit. I worked upstairs in my office at the cottage, and she kept herself busy with whatever leftover internet bandwidth I didn't utilize.
I loved hearing the sound of her voice telling the dogs that she was 'NOT going to throw the football in the lake again', probably because it saved me the energy of saying it; about a hundred times a day.
When I dropped her off at home after our nine days together, we gave each other a big hug. As I headed to the door she hollered, "..love ya." To which I responded with "I love you too."
Then, I immediately said, "see you back at the cottage sooner than later." Her last visit was around the spring of 2008.
Which in my opinion, is solid statistical proof, why 4 out of 5 full blown homebody's never come to visit me.
My sister being the one, that was simply pushed over the edge by a heat wave and the cottage country aromatic allure, of three wet dogs...trying to share her bed!
#yagottalaughaboutit
Saturday, June 15, 2024
BORINGLY NORMAL NO LONGER
As the saying goes, life as we know it can change in a heartbeat. And in the last month, my travel buddy hubby and I are living proof that one day life can be boringly normal and in a nanosecond, it can be anything but.
Nothing prepares you for a life altering change. At one moment, my husband was kissing me goodbye on an early morning.
Then, before we knew it, we were waiting for confirmation when he would be air lifted to St. Michael’s Hospital trauma unit.
He moved, and once he arrived, he had emergency surgery to stop the internal bleeding, and by 1am the following morn, we knew the left leg would be saved and we were ready to boldly face the next hurdle.
With his severely irregular heart arrhythmia challenges and no ability to administer those drugs with the brain bleeding still on the table; the worst fear was he’d have a stroke
Sunday led to Monday, and good progress had us out of the trauma unit the following Thursday, with him moved into a room.
We had been nine days in the trauma trenches and survived, when early morning call came the following morning.
“During the night (at approximately 3am on May 31st) Mr. Peacock suffered a stroke.” The stroke team neurologist shared.
“A blood clot left his heart and travelled to his brain. His right side and speech have been affected,” she continued. Not even remotely prepared to hear the words, I went numb. Again, we were back together, with me witnessing he was both physically and mentally spent.
Just a little over a month since our 'boringly normal life changed', we couldn't help but reflect this morning on the fact that tonight we were to be at Soldier Field in Chicago with 70,000 other Kenny Chesney fans to enjoy his Sun Goes Down Tour.
Thought we aren't in Chicago, we decided to blow the doors off and tour the local grocery store circuit together.
We did a solid double header (in reference to the fact that we had tickets for Wrigley Field yesterday).
First up was Food Basics, then we opened the sunroof and cruised to the other side of town to hit Wal-Mart. Radio blaring, no pups to worry about, we were hitting our semi-normal stride.
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Kenny vs. Recovery. Thumbs up says it all! Left - (c) Kenny Chesney Instagram Right - TAKEN: June 15th, 2024 |
Because I am listening to Kenny live on #noshoesnation on Sirius as I type, I am sharing where our seats would have been for the concert tonight with a yellow dot on the left.
Impressive, but it is the photo on the right that truly makes my heart swell with joy, as he is officially out and about and ultimately on the right side of the soil.
That said, Lord knows if that sexy cart he was navigating today was a four-wheeler, he probably would have immediately rolled it in the produce section... taking out all of the organic tomatoes!
Too soon?
#yagottalaughaboutit
Sunday, April 28, 2024
Y is for YYZ
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Waiting to board my sexy ride to Bahamas! TAKEN: APRIL 10th, 2024 |
I don't know about you, but we have no apprehension about air travel. In fact, because we fly as much as we do, we have our routine down pat.
Check in on the app the night before, then land at the Park n' Fly when we know the Valet bus is ready to leave for the appropriate YYZ terminal. We always carry on so to fly through security, then book it on foot to the appropriate gate. On average it is usually about a 5,000 step undertaking in any direction.
Though we never settle in at our gate immediately (we tend to wander), I always check to see how full the plane will be by those that have arrived. Then, I head to the windows facing the runway to check out our ride.
Rain or shine, night or day, take-off or transferring, I always snap a picture of the plane we'll be boarding.
I know this may read silly, but there is something really beautiful about an airplane.
Though I believe Air Canada have issued us the most travel points to date, I really enjoy the overall West Jet experience.
That said, I hear on the radio and in the news that Air Canada has the worst customer service rating, which has never been our experience. We've only been stranded once, in Fort Worth Texas overnight, but United Airlines won that prize.
I may be biased, but in all the airports I have been in YYZ, by far, is the nicest. Clean, and very efficiently run. It honestly makes me proud to be Canadian.
My number two would have to be ATL (Atlanta), followed by IAH (Houston).
You may think I would vote CCC (Cuba) as my worst experience, but in fact it was (LGA) LaGuardia in New York.
As to my reason why.... that is for another post.
Saturday, April 27, 2024
X IS FOR X-PERIENCE
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Photo copyright: Wrigleyville - Chicago Neighborhoods |
LINK: Wrigley Field Like You've Never Seen It Before
Wednesday, April 24, 2024
U IS FOR UNFORGETABLE
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My view (flying home) of where we stayed in South Beach, Miami. Amazing! TAKEN: APRIL 14th, 2018 |
In all our unforgettable travel adventures, there are only three destinations that we’ve returned to a second time. South Beach and Miami, the French Quarter of New Orleans, and the Bahamas.
Our first trip to Miami was a birthday trek, the second was also for that celebration but we only landed in the city to grab a car and drive to Key West. Because we stayed over the day before we flew home, it makes the list.
Our first trip to New Orleans was for French QuarterFest, where 750 thousand people cram in for a long weekend of amazing music and fun. The second occasion was to take our daughter there to celebrate her birthday. (I have personal friends that live there, so I am sure it shall see us again.)
The first time we experienced the Bahamas, it was a killer Black Friday resort deal on Cable Beach that I booked for a little more than eight hundred bucks each. This last trip, renting a house and having the pool and beach to ourselves – hit the wallet considerably harder.
My husband and I talk often of what it will be like when our age and probably our health restricts us from moving around as freely as we do. It isn’t something we dwell on, but we know that once we officially retire, the disposable income I save on a weekly basis simply won’t be there as readily as it is now.
Anyway, when we arrived back home earlier this month, I logged in my One Drive dedicated to protecting all our photos and videos. As I double clicked into the folder labelled ‘travel spending’, I opened the excel file that logs all our dates and destinations.
Since February of 2012, we have travelled twenty-nine times; Chicago in June will be our thirtieth.
Here’s hoping that there will be at least thirty more!
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
N IS FOR NOTABLE
Saturday, April 13, 2024
L IS FOR LIMESTONE
Yesterday, we hopped the jitney and headed downtown with the express interest of touring the Queen's Staircase.
These amazing sixty six steps are a major landmark here.
Historians tell us they were hand-carved by roughly 600 slaves, who used pick axes and hand tools to cut their way through solid limestone. The entire staircase took over 16 years to complete.
It was only decades later that the impressive staircase was then named in honour of the over 60-year reign of Queen Victoria, “who had signed a declaration to abolish slavery on her ascension to the throne in 1837.”
We also toured Fort Fincastle, to which the staircase provided the escape route.
Constructed in 1793 from cut limestone, protected the harbour from pirates. The original cannons (3-30lb and 2-20 lb) though rusted from the salt air, are still onsite. We really enjoyed the heritage and history of our visit.
From the center of town and back, we feel those more than twelve thousand steps were very well spent.
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The magnitude of what took all those years and 600 slaves to carve, is eerily present when you walk around the bottom of the limestone chasm. TAKEN: APRIL 12th, 2024 |
Friday, April 12, 2024
K IS FOR KEEN
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No one around. and nothing but the sound of the waves (and each other) to keep us company. TAKEN: APRIL 11th, 2024 |
I'm not exactly sure how my travel buddy hubby and I got so obsessed with adventure, but I remember the day when we opened a savings account specifically to fund our travels. It was in the late fall of 2011.
The first couple of years we travelled in mid winter, then we discovered if we traveled in late November and early April, we could get two passport stamps for the price of one in February. Then, I discovered the holy grail of travel called Black Friday, and our long weekend mid-winter getaway was added to our line up.
Aside from the first couple of trips I booked with an agent, I don't think I have ever paid full price since I took over the task.
The jaunt we are on now had me book our round trip airfare on December 29th, 2023 for a sneeze over $300 each. The house we are renting had just gone on the market, so I knew we would be one of the first tenants to stay. I don't believe we will be able to travel here for the reduced dollar value I paid, ever again.
Always keen for the deals I find, my husband simply goes with the flow. With my work life as hectic as it is, I knew that this go round was going to be about peace and quiet for me. When you look at the photo I am sharing, you can see I am getting exactly that. Aside from that private island off in the distance, there is no one around but us.
So, to be fair to the quiet my husband has had to endure, today we are going to head to the curb, grab the jitney for a $1.25, and head into town for lunch. That said, it will be interesting where we land for grub.
I just checked the port schedule and there are a Carnival, MSC and Norwegian cruise ships at the dock.
Meaning only us, and over 12,000 other peeps looking to get conch fritters.
The one thing I do know?
None of them peeps are coming back to the house for a cold been after lunch!
Thursday, April 11, 2024
J IS FOR JOY
Well, it’s that time of year again.
When after months of waiting, I arrive at my destination of choice to celebrate another trip around the sun.
This year has me nicely perched next to the ocean, in a luxury home we've rented, in the Bahamas.
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Once again, I packed a #petrocanada glass so I could watch the sunset ...and have a drink with my Dad. TAKEN: APRIL 10th, 2024 |
Yesterday was an OK travel day. The airports are always hectic but we have learned to navigate them with a ton of off the cuff comedy and a boatload of patience. Afterall, I know where I am going to land, and I realize that in itself is a privilege most never get to experience.
As our taxi zipped along the highway next to the beautiful blue green ocean, I felt myself become overwhelmed with emotion. I found myself fighting back tears. Tears of joy.
Joy that we can afford to travel as we do, and joy at the best life I have been obviously blessed to be living.
In a nutshell, I will leave you with this. Life is short people. When in doubt, please always refer to Rhondi Rule #779:
Make sure you don't celebrate your 75th birthday.... by living the same year 75 times!
Monday, April 8, 2024
G IS FOR GESTURE
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Give me a minute.... I want to tell you how I really feel! TAKEN: APRIL 8th, 2022 |