Home again, home again...

 Previously postponed due to Covid, we finally got to take a long-planned tropical getaway to celebrate our 38th wedding anniversary and my 62 birthday.  Along with sister Deb and brother-in-law John we jetted off to Moon Palace, Jamaica. 

The view was stupendous. The rooms were lovely. The mattresses were even amazingly comfortable, unlike most hotel beds. We slept a lot, happily. 

We spent hours sitting under a shady cabana in comfortable chairs every day, sipping drinks and admiring the ocean. When we got too warm, we'd wade into the water, float around for a while, and repeat. 

If we should become weary of these hedonistic stretches, we'd wander over to one of the many pools. A trip down the water slide always perked things up! 

The food at inclusive resorts like this is always pretty good. I think it was better than good here. And the staff was incredible. We met some wonderful people and enjoyed some excellent meals together. 

Deb and John arranged for us to have a special romantic supper on the beach on our "Birthdaversary." 

Chris and I particularly liked spending almost every second together for the week. 

I did sneak off for a fantastic massage at the largest spa in the Caribbean. But first, there was the sauna, steam room, ice room, hot tub, cold pool, and the unique pool with waterfalls designed to offer hydromassage. This was relaxation with a bold, capital "R." 

The days stretched out in a flawless procession of perfect weather, rest, lovely scenery, excellent company, and naps. Lots of naps. And then it was time to come home. 

It always feels good to be back in the familiar US. 

I get a little teary when we hit the Maine line. No matter how wonderful a vacation is (and this was one of the best ever), I thrill to be home. 

Along with Rachel and Evans, niece Aimee took care of all the animals, the house, and the business. I never worried about anything knowing they were at the helm of my little "ship." 

I was back to work within a couple of hours of arriving home, which was fine by me. As my dad used to say, "It's good to go away, but it's good to be home again, too."