Cole and I almost never go anywhere without the children. Since Caulder was born, we've left them twice. That makes twice in 12 years.
So we decided maybe it was time to be a little brave again and set out on a vacation... WITH ZERO CHILDREN.
My mom loves us enough that she agreed to keep the heathens, so we packed our bags and headed for London.
After the first flight filled up (you know, because we fly standby), we spent some quality time in the crew lounge room. Nothing says romantic getaway like a shelf full of luggage in the background.
With no children around, things definitely got a little heated...
Have I mentioned that I only get to sit down with nothing to do and no kids to watch like, maybe, twice a year? Whenever it happens, I experience a medical condition known as Instant Coma. I'm super fun to hang out with. Cole is so lucky!
After trying to catch a couple more flights, we ended up the on the red eye to New York so we could catch the London flight from there in the am.
Don't judge me, people. I HAVE A CONDITION.
After flying all night, dragging our exhausted selves through the La Guardia airport, and catching another plane, we ended up at our destination:
Not London. Because, you know, standby. The London flight from NY filled up while we were on the red eye, and it was raining in New York so we decided not to spend the weekend there (we're spoiled babies, guys, we know). So we checked the departure boards, saw a flight to Bermuda that left in an hour, and that's where we ended up. Luckily we'd each packed a bathing suit.
After spending an extra hour in customs trying to find a place to stay (apparently they don't let you leave unless you have a room and a return ticket booked - surprise!), and finally getting help from one of the customs agents because the World Cup yachting tour was in town and there were no rooms left, we hopped in a cab and spend the next 2 days getting lost in the triangle.
It. Is. Magical.
We forgot to get off the bus at the right stop and ended up downtown by this really cool church. (We're super good at traveling, obviously.)
This was the view from our hotel room. The little harbor you see here would fill up when the tide came in, and water would rush underneath a bridge spanning two sections of ocean. Then when the tide went out it would rush back out in the other direction. It was crazy. We spent a solid 30 minutes watching it because it was so strange to see how much water moved under that bridge, only to change direction with the tide.
Awww... we look like two honeymooners. Two ragged, grey-haired, wrinkled, exhausted, old honeymooners who'd just spent the night on the red eye and gotten harassed in customs because when you fly standby you never actually have any plans, ever.
The sunsets were absolutely incredible. As in stop you in your tracks, never seen anything like it before, incredible.
We celebrated our 17th anniversary with a fancy Italian dinner.
But my favorite part of the trip was when we had to play frogger and run back and forth across the road because there is zero shoulder on any of the roads there, and no sidewalks. The cars drive .25 inches from big cement walls on the side of the road, and we had to dodge from driveway to driveway to escape death, and then hike through the jungle and get slashed and stabbed by vicious plants...
All so we could swim here:
Totally worth it.
There was no one around (because only a couple of idiots like us would let our legs get turned to hamburger just to have a beach to ourselves), and the water was amazing.
Bermuda is beautiful. The people were all so nice and helpful, we only almost died about 3 times from poisonous plants and being run over by the city bus, and we got to swim in a place like this.
We were thiiiis close to letting ourselves get lost here permanently.
Especially because we were getting texts with pictures like this from my mom back home.
Notice my dad experiencing Instant Coma on the couch. It's genetic.
PS - I got my revenge on the flight home.
