Sand in our pockets

I had great intentions of blogging from Barbados but my netbook wouldn’t jive with the blogging website.  I did journal though and will share some of the highlights and hijinx with ya’ll.

I have lots of advice to dispense if you should find yourself travelling tropical with toddlers in tow.  Though most of my advice ends with taking solace knowing that eventually they will sleep and there will be a rum punch and the sound of the waves waiting for you once the angels are in sweet slumber.

Overall, would I do it again?  Yes

I am generally a risk taking, leap before looking kinda gal and that was what aided in my quest to mommy-dom through adoption.  

I am honoured to have had the chance to be tropical Mommy and Nanny to these two bundles of joy that up to eight months ago had a world that extended to the the grounds of their orphanages.  

On this trip they played in the ocean, squished sand between their toes, dined on flying fish, met a monkey, devoured mangos and walked hand in hand as we explored the island.

So now it’s time to wash the sand from our pockets, pack away our suitcases and bid a fond farewell to island life.