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Published: February 16th 2010
Our last look at White Bay
The North swell seems to have run everybody out of the bay. The only boat at anchorage is a small runabout.
Here it is the day we've all dreaded....no not Valentine's Day, although today is Feb. 14th and David did get extra brownie points for buying Lisa a card. Its the day we leave JVD and return home to the cold, snowy Northeast. We packed last night and have until 10 AM to do dishes, sweep up, throw out the trash and leave the villa. We decided to catch the 9:30 AM ferry to Tortola and arranged to have Lorelee meet us at the West End Ferry dock. David dropped off us and the luggage at the ferry dock in Great Harbor then dropped off the rental car downtown. There was nobody to take him back to the ferry (eventhough that's the promise that was made) so he started walking. He was picked up by a couple we've come to call Grandma and Grandpa...nice folks from Virginia that we've run into at different places on the island...usually at dinner time. They've been coming to JVD for so many years they're allowed to leave their rental car at the ferry and someone comes to retrieve it....lucky aren't they. We shared the taxi on Tortola with them and they kept us entertained with stories
Hoops and YoYo
Lisa and I love them and she bought us luggage tags. We're packed and ready to go...sort of.
of their travels all over the world.
We had three hours to kill before our flight to San Juan started boarding so we checked in early. Fred was sweating about one of our bag being overweight and it was by 3 KGs. We had a nice lady who didn't charge us the fee and the remaining two bags were under the limit. We walked over to Trellis Beach, had brunch, gazed at the beautiful turqoise waters and dug our toes into the sand for the last time. And we're walking...and we're walking...you you.
The flight to San Juan was uneventful but the drama continued once we got to immigration. Seems Miss Lisa was in a bit of trouble and the feds were happy to let her leave the country but not re-enter. She got taken to the immigration office and when David twice tried to explain, he was abruptly told to "go sit down"....which he did, with Lisa. I was waiting outside the glass enclosed immigration office unsure how long this was all going to take. Another "nice" lady told me to "go wait for them downstairs"...yes Ma'am...right away Ma'am...no problem here.
Well they figured out
Last view of Great Harbor
view from the ferry dock looking towards downtown
a typo had been made by the airline employee in Tortola when Lisa checked in...one digit was wrong in her passport number....minor detail. Lisa was relieved...David was sorry they didn't get to spend one more night in a sunny warm place. Customs was a breeze and we had almost 4 hours before our final flight left so we did what we always do...found a bar so we could eat dinner and drink. I checked voice mails and got one from my sister-in-law Donna saying Fred's Dad got admitted to the hospital on Saturday. Freddie called Donna, got the details and just shook his head. Skipper and Donna will understand when I say the King and Queen of denial reside in Old Saybrook...we love them dearly but they make us crazy sometimes.
The flight home was boring...we slept most of the way and landed 15 minutes early. Warm cars were waiting for us at the valet lot. We hugged and kissed and said our goodbyes.
When we had our first toast at the beginning of this trip, Lisa's wish was that we would still love each other at the end of the two weeks...and we surely do. We had
I'm still on the beach
Lisa lost in thought at Beef Island airport lounge on Tortola.
a blast and look forward to traveling together next year. We might change it up a bit and charter a catamaran for a week of sailing in the BVIs. Whatever we decide we know we'll have too much fun! We love you guys!!!!
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