Well I am back. My house has not been swept away with the rain. I missed Pudd'n like crazy. He gave me such a big hug in the air port. The trip was AWESOME!!! I swam with dolphins and snorkled. Your's truly even jumped off a cliff in to a lagoon. The first place on our snorkling trip had a little 18 ft cliff you could jump off of. The guide (Jesus) told us we had to make a "sacrifice to the Gods" and since latin men were such gentlemen, it was "Ladies first". The sacrifice was for a woman to jump in and then we would have a wonderful day snorkling. So, I stepped up to the edge when he called for a volunteer. I mean, what is 18 ft right? No big deal right? I looked down and had to supress the urge to blurt out "HOLY FUCKING SHIT! ARE YOU NUTS?!". But I sucked it up and jumped at the count of 3.
The resort was beautiful. Good food and lots of booze. We made some French Canadian friends. They followed our good tunes to our patio, so we all hung out together for our duration of our stay. The flight home sucked purple donkey balls. My original flight was cancelled, so I got to stay an extra hour waiting for the next. Which gave me oh........45 minutes to go through customs, security and make my connecting flight in DFW. I FUCKING HATE DFW AIRPORT! They drop you off in terminal A and you have to make it to terminal C. The stupid fucking tram only goes one way and to catch the damn thing you have to hike (or run in my case) half way across the fucking world. I got there just as they were closing the door to the plane.
But I'm home now and that is all that matters. I'll give more details later.