Vacation, Round Two

Clearly, God does not want us to go to the beach again this summer.

Here we were, sorting through bathing suits, buying trashy novels and stockpiling sunblock fifty when it happened...Hurricane Dennis.

Now we had thought of hurricanes in the Carribbian when we planned this vacation. After all, we have gotten blown out twice before (Once apparently was not enough, but hey, we eventually got the point. It's not like we need a house to fall on us or anything, just a few palm trees). So we very carefully chose our destination. A place that was so unlikely to be affected by the hurricanes that just the mere thought sent our travel agent into gales of laughter...Grand Cayman.

We asked around, we got recommendations for restaurants, we surfed the net, we even got a book on the island. We received our travel documents, gathered up our passports, left an itinerary for our families...and then Mother Nature had a bad hair day.

We watched, with disbelieving eyes, as the hurricane headed straight for our dream vacation spot, the one we had spent so much time planning for (all right, the one our travel agent spent so much time planning for, but we spent a lot of time complaining and vetoing his ideas, so why split hairs?).

Fortunately, we had purchased insurance, so we were able to cancel without a penalty, but that left us right back at square one...wanting a vacation, but not sure where we wanted to go, just knowing we didn't want to go...there.

After we talked our agent down from the ledge (Since it was only a three story building, and he probably would have survived the fall, he surrendered fairly quickly. He was probably afraid we would follow him into the intensive care unit and there would be no possible chance for escape then), he began checking out possibilities.

Beach reservations the second week in August for the third week in August. Oh, yeah, and we'd like to borrow the crown jewels too to take with us.

As luck would have it (it was either luck, or our agent did something really bad that I don't want to know about...that way I can't be called upon to testify in court), we got the last room at a really great place(he says) on Turks and Caicos. Of course, he had to explain exactly where that is, since we were both absent the day that was taught in geography class (my grandmother never did trust that Jesuit education).

Anyway, we picked up our new tickets (our agent was trying to hide at a branch office, but we found him anyway) and take off first thing tomorrow morning for someplace we've never heard of, in a place we only recently found on a map for two weeks. I am not bringing my computer with me, so I will have to blog about it when I get back.

Anyone want to take bets on whether the hurricane doubles back and heads straight for us?