I realize I’ve been absent of late.
Blame it on work.
Blame it on fatigue.
Actually, blame it mainly on the trip the AuburnChick family took the week of Thanksgiving.
You see, the Grand Poobas of the family are a generous couple who enjoy getting their loved ones together, in one place, whenever possible.
As you know from past posts, our adventures often find us cruising on the high seas.
This Thanksgiving, we were blessed to return to Grand Turk, Puerto Rico, St. Thomas, and Holland America’s private island, Half Moon Cay.
I’ll spend the next few posts sharing photos and memories from the trip.
Let’s begin with the day we left.
We had to travel nearly the entire length of the state to get to the port in Ft. Lauderdale. Of course, getting to the point of driving down was first met with packing…lots of it.
A girl can never pack enough, don’t you know. What a tragedy it would be to not have the perfect outfit for a particular outing or activity.
Haters be hatin’ my organized, think-ahead brain.
Getting up that Saturday to make the long drive to Ft. Lauderdale was easy…seeing this on my phone app made me smile…
For nine blessed days, my little family of four would once again be together. We had not seen Chicky since early June and could not wait to reunite with her. We stopped a few hours into our trip to pick her up. A friend had driven her to a place not too far from the interstate.
Girl in-tow, we continued to make our way to the hotel, a few hours away. We met up with the other part of the family, ate dinner and watched football on the big screens, and called it a night. We probably had at least fifteen alarms set among all of us…all in the effort to not oversleep so we could board early.
Come back for my next post where I’ll share photos and thoughts from Sunday, our first afternoon/evening on the ship.