We made it. We’re in Trinidad and after days of hard work, the boat is in the water. We have slept on it (like heavy rocks) for two nights now and all is essentially well. We’ve still got to put up netting around the boat and find some harnesses for the kids so we can strap them in underway.
Archive for November, 2006
Moving sucks. See Week 1.
This time, add all of the above with two frantic 500 mile trips to Miami to replace passports inadvertently shipped ahead of us; and two adults carrying two children and 17 bags through Miami International.
But the flight was as short as our nerves, so they canceled each other out and after a few Stag (the local beer) and a couple of years, I’m sure we’ll be fine.
The rain fell gently this morning, just enough to cleanse the little town of Celebration, Florida. I set out for a morning coffee at Starbucks, quite an easy feat here, compared to the chaos that surrounds this morning ritual in most towns. As I wind my way through the village to “The Bucks” men with leaf blowers and hoses mark each street corner. They whisk away remnants of the previous evening, Halloween. Off go the candy wrappers, paper cups, bits of glitter and feathers that were separated from elaborate pirate costumes and fancy, prancing princesses. The Pumpkin Patch now sits as a pile of wooden palates, stacked neatly in a corner of the park. The grass is being hosed off to erase any remains of the orange carving material.