I was the recipient of the most marvelous random act of Christmas kindness... this parcel arrived from Karen, a fellow Canadian blogger. Loopy and I were thrilled to cuddle up with a cup of Rudolph cocoa and watch Elf last night. Karen is a Club Little House participant who also took part in my Zombie Jar Swap in October. How gorgeous is that dragonfly pendant? I am totally going to wear it to Antigua in January.
Make that, not Antigua in January. The next part of my post is going to sound feeble, ungrateful and spoiled. You might want to avert your eyes if you think I am above such things.
The annual trip that we take with Veto's clients is not to Antigua as of today. It is to Jamaica. Ocho Rios. To be more precise, to the exact same resort we stayed at in 2004 where our room was broken into and ransacked. I think maybe by hotel employees who knew precisely when we would be out of the room and for exactly how long because we were there for a wedding.
And it wasn't a very nice resort. We didn't pick it, then or now. Today the airline announced it isn't flying to Antigua during the specified dates of this year's trip and in order to keep the dates of travel the same because too many people have had to make arrangments, now the only resort left open during those dates is...
... you guessed it. The downtrodden, long-drive-from-the-airport, cosmetics bag thieving resort.
I keep telling myself that it couldn't possibly still be such a dive, five years later. I should suck.it.up. It's a tropical destination, after all. What could be so bad about that? You tell me. Have you ever stayed at a bad resort? You are also allowed to tell me to suck it up if you think need be.