We booked a last minute getaway to Cuba, departing at the end of March. Less than twenty four hours after the booking was made, I was rushed to Emergency. I was admitted and a few days later, had surgery. I was still in the hospital on the day we were scheduled to depart.
So - once again Felix and I are gearing up for a getaway. Yes, it's a little late in the season to hit the Caribbean but so what? Once we get there, will it matter that everyone at home isn't shovelling snow? I don't think so!
Today, my Dad and little bro arrive from Winnipeg. They're driving out my Dad's 1994 Buick, as he's just upgraded to a snazzy red 2008 coupe. Dad's 84 and he's decided to live the good life. So I get the old car.
We prairie people routinely drive long distances. Life without wheels has been a challenge for me and I'm looking forward to getting behind the wheel again. Thanks Dad! Thanks Al!
I'll take possession of my car, entertain the boys, finish a short story and START PACKING.
Felix and I have never taken a vacation together. What will it be like, I wonder?
Sexy? Or sweet? Relaxing? Or vigorous? Wild? Or peaceful?
I can't wait to find out.
