ok well this is how it starts. We made it just fine from Hartford to San Juan and then it all went to hell. Our plane to take us to Tortola had a problem with the auto pilot computer and we had to de-plane. Please tell us why we need auto pilot for a 30 minute flight!!!! We were delayed 2 hours and made it to the last ferry to Jost Van Dyke with minutes to spare. Our groceries went over on the 4 pm boat...all 14 boxes...so we didn't have to deal with that. We walked downhill to have dinner at Foxy's...the red snapper was out of this world. Rope man was there...we confirmed it was him with the fish handshake.
At around 11:00 after a VERY long day of travel, then dinner, drinks (the Painkillers were awesome - from what we remember) we WALKED home - all up hill!! Of course, Lisa cheated and just hung on to Fred's shirt tail for help. David threatened to die multiple times but he didn't. We made it home safely and vowed to do it again...heart attacks be damned.
Awoke to a beautiful day....spent hours on the beach. Had a great dinner at the Soggy Dollar and spent way too much time trying upload one friggin photo to this stupid blog. Catch ya later!