Honeymoonicane

Is how a friend of ours described our situation as Hurricane Dean bore down on St. Lucia while we were having our Pitons and beach drinks. We're so seriously fine, however, it's almost embarrassing. For one thing, it was only a cat 2 when it hit us - making for a fairly decent storm but little that could threaten a modern building like the resort. Still, everything without a decent concrete foundation got trashed. I might have some more pics to show later.

But in short - we're back, we're fine and we're married. I just started my new job this morning and we're still feeling the after effects of being hauled around airports for a couple days. Atlanta International was worse than Hurricane Dean, actually. My usual opinion is that airports are designed for airplanes, not people. I'm not sure Hartsfield Jackson is designed for either.

Although nothing beats being assigned a coach seat when we check in through the first class terminal - which happened to us out of Lucia. What kind of drug abuse is required for that kind of on the job performance?

Anyway, regular broadcasts should re-commence sometime this week.