Getting to the islands is always an adventure.

First, the taxi that I had called never showed up after 45 minutes, normally they come within about 10 mins, always before we are ready. Not so much on Friday, Christine called and they couldn’t tell us when one might arrive, so we drove. Checked in with less than an hour before the flight, just barely enough time for a vacation starting cold beverage.

Wayne picked us up in Dallas as the only way to get to St Lucia is an overnight somewhere, Miami, San Juan, NYC or Dallas. A bite to eat and some cold beverages, an early night as 4am is going to come rather early. We called and scheduled a taxi for 4 AM.

About 10 alarm clocks go off to make sure we get up, so at that was successful. Course that taxi driver gets lost and is trying to pick us up at Jerry Jones’ house, then gets stopped by the closed security gate, which was explained all during the reservation. Finally arrives and takes us the 10 minutes to the airport. That taxi ride costs as much as driving all the way out to the Austin airport. We make our flight, and breeze through security. The TSA agent was Awesome, really. Christine asked, “How are you today” to which she replied, “I’m Awesome”.

That first flight had some mechanical issues so we didn’t get to leave on time, so that cut into our 45 minute connection in Miami. By the time we landed in Miami, we were within 29 mins of our St Lucia segment’s departure. Those folks running in the airport, yup those were us. Getting to the gate and they were still boarding so a quick BIO break and we are off.

Only one more taxi to go, and I had pre-arranged to have some cold Piton Beers in the taxi so we can start the acclimation quickly, and I’m sure we will stop to enjoy another on the way.

Looking forward to seeing the shack, lots has happened since I left her in February.