Port of Spain, Trinidad
10:34 p.m.
j-leem met us at the airport and took the plane with us from Port of Spain to Crown Point, Tobago, spending the day and leaving in the evening to get back to her son and her job. She has been wonderful. I count myself so lucky to have made such a great friend. At her instigation, we checked out of the grotty hotel we first checked into here and got us settled in a second one that is absolutely charming. The first one wasn�t really all that bad, just that the conference centre aspect of it was played up a lot more than the tourist accommodation part. The wallpaper was peeling, the air conditioner noisy, the elevator was broken, and there was a disco on the property that boomed and banged until late into the night. If it hadn�t been for the noisy air conditioner, I don�t think I would have slept at all.
We also met her mum and her boyfriend, both wonderful people, who took us out last night, along with the boyfriend�s brother (who is visiting because their father just had major heart surgery--he�s 81 and doing really well) to a place called Jenny�s, where we had super Chinese food, and afterwards to a bistro called Arthur�s. We got to meet Arthur, even, although we never did meet Jenny. It was late though, and I was pooping out, so we called it an early night.
I could go on for pages and pages, but I shan�t. Hubby is in the hotel room, working on the piano reduction for his viola concerto (we were able to fax 12 pages from a travel agency in Tobago to the violist in Montreal) as he is hoping to fax the rest tomorrow morning from j-leem�s office. I am waiting for my new friend to pick us up for a day at Maracas Beach, and then to a show tonight, a comedy, which we will attend with a couple of her friends. If they are anything like the masseuse who gave me a full-body massage at the hotel on Thursday afternoon, they must also be great people.
Okay, I must finish this off, or I will go on for pages and pages. Just one quick addendum though. Remember how worried I was about my kids and their homeward trek from Florida? Well, they were supposed to arrive late Thursday night, and we called twice on Friday, leaving a message the first time but otherwise getting no answer. Finally I called Grandma and Grandpa in Florida, who told me that they had put the kids on their plane on time and had made them promise to phone when they got home. Of course they hadn�t.
Fortunately, Hubby had the telephone number for one of Little Princess� friends� sister, the one with the recording studio in Montreal where they were going to be putting together a demo with their band this weekend. He called her and was informed that our daughter had in fact just been speaking to her brother. He called the brother who said that she was on her way to meet him so they could drive to his sister�s in Montreal. So I emailed both her and Buddy Boy (MSN doesn�t work on this computer) to let them know we had changed hotels.
Before we left for the restaurant with j-leem�s mom, the phone rang and it was Buddy Boy. He had already called his grandparents before dialing us, and had been at a friend�s house that day, hence the telephone silence. He promised he�d shovel the driveway before we got home. Little Princess called the hotel and left a message that she was at her friend�s sister�s place. So all is right with the world and I can stop worrying. I�m such a mom!
from dandlioneyes :
it sounds like you are having a lovely time. enjoy!
from zitagsd :
great to finally hear something! Glad you're having a great time! Enjoy, enjoy!!! :)
from ilmomof3 :
Vacation pics?
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