Decompression

#1 Son and I are home. After a truly wonderful week in Trinidad, where I got to meet so many warm and generous people, it's hard to know where to begin to recount the details of our trip. The only fly in the ointment, if you will, was the truly abysmal Internet Access at Moniques, which is where we wound up staying while we were there. They have a dialup. They have wireless access throughout the hotel, but it feeds into a dialup and it was just unusable. I did attempt a few posts, but there was just no hope. Which is why yesterday, the 29th of January, there was no post here. This blog actually took a one day vacation. The first non-posting day since January 1st, 2008. I COULD backdate a post - but that would be cheating. Let's just call it a 'vacation day'.

Anyway, today is going to be a day to decompress. I have a WHOLE LOT (thank you, everyone) of email read and some emails I have to write, and some people I need to re-connect with. Unpacking. Picture sorting from two cameras.

I did want to say this, however, while it is still fresh in my mind. I LOVED every minute I was in Trinidad, sucky access not withstanding. And the people I met there were nothing short of amazing.

Tash. Her Family. Stinker. And Paul, the good man who is now in her life. Nan. And her sons, Chaz, Sam and Max. Sean, Nan's husband and world traveling helicopter pilot. "Girlblue".

There are many tales to tell and things to recount. There is photo documentation of most of what we did. All of this will come soon. It's time to decompress.

Ndinombethe.