On Thursday we returned from an amazing week in St. Lucia. We were there to celebrate the 80th birthday of Amy's mother Joyce. Joyce has a great talent for joy and delight. She reminded us all periodically (and appropriately) how lucky we were to be there and be together.
Amy and her sister Karen had prepared a number of personalized gifts, including beach tote bags customized for each of us.
We walked the beach, looking at shells and coral and the sea. We swam in the hotel swimming pool, and climbed hills for the views.
St. Lucia's big industry is tourism, but there is still a lot of fishing going on, which resulted in some great meals.
Our hotel was on Reduit Beach, the longest beach on the island (about 1/2 mile long). The surf was pretty wild at times, but the Caribbean water temperature was delightful and we swam every day in the sea.
Sarah spotted this humming bird.
It was, for all of us, a wonderful respite from cold and blizzards, and from the pressures of school and work and normal everyday life. Many virgin piña coladas were drunk; many hands of dominos were played; we slept deeply every night.
We certainly wouldn't complain about our lives at home; 24 hours after swimming in the Caribbean, Amy and I were cross-country skiing in the woods behind our house. But the feel of the buoyant embrace of warm salt water lingers ...
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