I’m currently sitting in the Miami airport waiting to board our plane to St. Louis. I can’t believe our trip is over. There is so much to tell you I don’t even know where to start.
In the meantime, my body is trying to adjust to being on land again and I’m feeling light headed and a little spacey.
Then again, maybe I just never came down from my caffeine high from the strong coffee I drank on the ship this past week.
Either way, all of this seems surreal and very disconcerting.
We took three cameras, and one of us had a camera in our hands at all times, so there should be a ton of photos to share with you. However, it drives me nuts whenever bloggers post picture, after picture, after picture so that you spend fifteen minutes scrolling through an impossibly loooong blog post, so I’ll likely put all of the (good) photos into several slide shows to spare you the scrolling hell.
It’s been a really great, but really weird week:
- We nearly left our Canon Rebel in the cruise terminal.
- Dude and I nearly drowned.
- We nearly broke one of our cameras.
- Kevin allowed a bird to sit on him.
- We climbed on top of a Mayan ruin.
- We got lost in Cozumel.
- We ran out of money and didn’t have enough for a taxi ride back to our ship.
- We got mooned by about seven girls.
Oh, and five people died.
The time is now 2:40 and we’ve been waiting for about three hours. Our plane hasn’t arrived yet and I’m getting nervous – we should be boarding in about 30 minutes.
It’s hard to board when there isn’t a plane.
After we arrive in St. Louis, we still have another three hours before we make it home.
Either way, it’s been, and will be, a long day.
It’s good to be home – almost.