Don’t let us fool you- this is just a major ploy to avoid family holiday politics over Thanksgiving. Except…. dad’s going to be in Germany with grandma, sis decided to tag along, mom’s got seriously fun plans with her friends, brother’s going to be with his girlfriend… no, I guess it doesn’t hold up.
So, here it is 11pm, finally dumping laundry load #3 into the washing machine- not like we’re going to need these sweaters where we’re going. Everything always hits the fan right before something exciting occurs. This time, our hot water heater goes out (something called a thermal coupler… anyone? anyone?), Alex comes down with one of those “I swear it’s not strep” sore throats, parent teacher conferences need to get done and oh, by the way, we’re out of cat food. I think it’s safe to say we’re ready to escape.
Here we go. American Airlines- we’re begging for one of those “Congrats! Since it’s your honeymoon…” upgrades. Fodor- show us what you’ve got. Frommer- we hope these maps are accurate. Baci and Misha- I’m bringing you home a baby sister. We’ll call her Jaguar. Play nice, she’s rather big. Ticos, please make my harness extra tight before sending me down the zip line. And lastly, keep the poisonous snakes away.
Here’s to a blessed 1 month anniversary, hidden away in our own pocket of God’s earth. Nothing matters except for the warmth of our laughter as we dangle our feet out over the edge of our future. Looking back on the depths of our love, we’re greeted with a new sense of history. In the stillness of our embrace and the passion of our gaze, here we are. And here we begin.