It's good to be home.
It's especially good to be tan, even though I have the strangest tan lines known to mankind.
I could tell you about every detail of my trip which is exactly what I had planned to do throughout the week while we were there. Turns out the advertised wifi in our rental house was only a stolen and weak connection from one of the surrounding houses.
Barraging you with the whole week's events in one post is more than I can handle and I'm sure more than you want to read.
Suffice it to say we had a lovely time and I was sad to leave. I'm glad to be home, but I'm always a little down trodden when I leave the coast and I usually bid farewell with a tear in my eye.
Until next time...
