For seven days we sailed the high seas, being waited on hand a foot. Earl served us our meals, and if we didn't like it or if we wanted more, he was always happy to oblige. Juan was right behind him serving us freshly baked breads and filling up our water glasses. Twice a day Rawle would make up our rooms and at night leave us mints on our pillow and animals made out of towels to guard our bed. Every morning room service brought us breakfast in bed and every night we were entertained at the Lyric Theater. During the day, we soaked in the sun on one of the islands beaches, or we zipped through the tops of trees in a rain forest.
But now, it's back to reality. This morning we didn't have time for breakfast, Jason made the bed while I tried to find some clean clothes in the mess that is our room. Our luggage did not make it home until late last night, so I have an enormous amount of laundry calling my name, as well as a kitchen full of wedding gifts with nowhere to be stored. But yet, we couldn't be happier because happy is what happens when all your dreams come true.
Stay tuned for pictures, as soon as my intelligent husband (wahoo!) comes home and teaches me how to use his fancy shmancy computer.