One of the hurdles of getting to Barbados is making my way through an airport without drawing undue attention to myself. I have missed a flight in the past, so I relinquish all responsibility when I travel. When I fly with Derek, with his Air Canada status as being in some way "special", I just follow along and try to keep up. He complains that there is nothing worse than travelling with an amateur. I fake it. I always have my passport turned to the picture page. I stay out of the Nexus line. I let him carry my boarding pass. It is smooth.
A couple of weeks ago when my sister Terry and I set out on our journey back to Barbados, I tried to stay organized and keep up with the more "seasoned" travellers, like myself.
After many years travelling en masse, with the sticky little kids, I have come up with a fool proof system. The beauty lies in the fact that it is not only efficient, it is also terribly fashionable. All seasoned air travellers, I feel, must wear a Fanny Pack. Sorry, kids, but you know it is true. I am not sure how anyone manages without this best kept secret. All things in one spot with easy access and less chance of leaving something behind. Passport is always but a zip away, not buried in my overflowing purse. I thought I was the only person who had grasped the functionality of the Fanny Pack, but Terry is a convert. We are now mistaken for twins or identical life partners with our matching Fanny Packs, functional AND fashionable!!
When the 3 sticky kidlets were little, we traveled to visit my parents in Florida, on my parents' dime, several
|Terry and Derek - Stop and Stare at River Bay|
|Beach Chair Extraordinaire plus Fanny Pack|
Derek and I continued to explore after Terry had sadly made her way back to Canada. Derek has seemingly lost his appreciation for this island, as his role here is primarily work-related. What would seem like a dream location to most, Barbados often means to Derek, that he is missing his gang at home. I understand this, as his seat has been empty at many a birthday and anniversary. Our nest is really really empty now. His travel has always been a part of our lives so I work to break him of the complacency he has developed. We grabbed a map and set out to find the best kept secrets. We started at the Hilton for breakfast. It is rated #1 in Barbados. It didn't really fit into our theme as I didn't feel it was a best kept secret. I imagine the same lovely breakfast is served at every Hilton around the world. So when we finished, off we went beach-hunting. When you see a movie with a deserted, untouched beach and you wonder if it actually exists, well it does.
We parked our car at Foul Bay, walked the beach and set up our nifty chairs. We were alone on
|Snoozing with the Monkeys|
This is neither Derek nor me surfing. I did. however, take the photo and it is awesome.
On the Sunday we made our way to a Farmers' Market on Holder's Hill. I love Farmers' markets so I was very excited about going for our first time.
|A brave monkey near our house. Kind of like Squirrels in Canada|
I headed home toute seule a few days later. It was time to go, as 1 beach buddy had left and the other had to get back to the work that he does which affords me the luxury of such visits. I suited up, with my fanny pack full and the passport picture page earmarked for easy access. It was a full plane. So many young families. So cute. So sweet, but all I could think was "Forget Snakes! It's Babies on a Plane".