Turbulent beginning

I left my kids for the first time last week. In nine year they haven't been left overnight, except once with Greg, which doesn't count and it was like two nights. I cringed at the thought of leaving them everyday for a month--The exact amount of time between buying the tickets and leaving. I was excited about the trip, but nervous about the stress it would most definitely evoke.

Still I felt I needed to do it, for me, for us....

Turbulence is witnessing a hydroplaning vehicle slam into the side rail of the interstate and spinning three times before coming to a stop on the way to the airport.

Turbulence literally was the first flight from Tampa to Miami...The whole way.

Turbulence it realizing if there is any confusion on finding Greg when I get to the airport I'm pretty much donzo. No foreign money, no hotel name, no working phone.

Turbulence is not sitting and extra hour on the second flight with a maintenance issue, and sitting by some dude with the broadest shoulders around for three hours.

Turbulence is the feeling you have when you step of the plane, and your husband really isn't there, and it's dark, and it's foreign, you don't speak the language. For a moment. Your worst dream is coming true.

Turbulence is the moment you find your person.

And hope in a Scooby Doo "Mystery Machine" of a van on winding unfamiliar roads.

{This was our ride for part of the week. Then we road in a Crown Vic with bullet proof windows, no joke--- What is it with the military and Mystery Machines}

After arriving we proceeded to find food, as a last ditch effort after realizing nothing was open we went to no other then Denny's. It's 24 Hours ya know! Ummm no, not in Curacao. It's closed for killing bugs. SERIOUSLY. So I went to bed hungry and ready for a new day already!

DAY ONE:

First day of snorkeling!

Seeing this

Riding with the windows down {cause there was no A/C and it gives you beach hair)

Dinner with the hubs

Did I meantion the first day was also the day I slit my toe open and had to where a huge band-aid with athletic tape on it the entire week to keep gravel, sand, and shells out? it was hot. Don't be jealous