I Made It.

Yesterday, I boarded a plane at 11:00 p.m. with strep throat and an ear ache. A few hours later, I was laying face down in the Delta Lounge of the Atlanta Airport trying to make a bed out of carpet and a backpack. I got stares from businessmen with computers on their laps. My kids made fun of me too, but I didn't care. I just wanted to get some sleep and survive the ride to Bermuda.

I did. And somewhere in the early hours, my medicine kicked in.

I took a ride on the left hand side of the road through the winding narrow streets and arrived at a beautiful resort on the edge of a bay. I took more medicine and went to bed.

This morning, I woke up at 4:00 a.m. and sat outside on a balcony, watching the lights of Hamilton Parish twinkle in the dark. I stayed until the sky changed from night to day. It was so beautiful watching a sleeping town wake.

The best parts of my Sunday: Catching up with Clarence, Matt's best friend, who I haven't seen in over 12 years.

Getting a high-five from an 80 year old Bermuda women at church. She said "Good afternoon. I liked your talk ..... HIGH FIVE!" Then she slapped my hand.

Hunting for sea glass that covered a secret beach which my new friend Gwen was kind enough to share. (I promised I wouldn't divulge the location, and I won't, except to say that it is guarded by a magic snake.)




The clouds -- especially when the sun went down over brilliant turquoise water.