Adios Punta Cana..

and..it's a wrap!  What a nice ending too..fine french cuisine in a restaurant decorated with eclectic clocks followed by this incredibly talented cast performing Broadway numbers as well as anyone I've ever seen on Broadway.  So before I get back to the reality of finding things buried under my back, (I miss Luke!) during my deepest sleep, and complaining about all the laundry and TV shows that have to be watched(I never DID catch up on so many after last fall's Mediterranean cruise) I just want to thank my wonderful travel agent for sending us to such an incredible place, and my Facebook friends who never tire of my insanity, and my husband, who made me laugh every day.  There wasn't a single moment of him being preoccupied with his phone, or me being  preoccupied with how mad I get at his pre-occupation. We shared food, gripes, laughs, and magical moments, like the one tonight as we tried to sing along to the ABBA numbers.  There's nothing like dodging waves with your better half without any electronics around to distract you, where conversations cover anything from "did I pay the electric bill?" or "I wonder which of our friends will be the first to develop Restless Leg Syndrome?"(I've given you the G-rated version of the actual question) Jim talked about his trip to Hawaii before we met, and how a person he encountered remarked that poi tastes so much like wallpaper paste.  He discussed the plot of "Passengers" which he watched on the airplane, and it didn't sound as bad as critics said it was. We talked about Luke and we reminisced about trips with Evan, and I complained that he makes too many pit stops and he complained that I was loudly snoring on a beach chair(!!!) but when married couples are in Full Vacation Mode, nothing is hurtful or insulting.  It's all about the laughter and the reconnect..and making more memories, even 'though five years from now we'll never remember if the pink flamingos were from the Dominican Republic or Jamaica, and then I'll remember, because I'm the one with the good memory, and I'll say "That was Punta Cana..remember we thought a flamingo snuck into the nightclub because someone's chair made a squeaky noise that sounded like a bird?" Or I'll say to him, "Is that the shirt that made you think you smelled like a horse?  Because it still kind of does" And we both realize we're not a perfect couple in real life--far from it--but wow, do we ever know how to not worry and be happy on vacation.  I'm thinking it's the desserts.  I'll end with a typical Karen anecdote:  Our server brought us a tray of delicious looking white balls that I thought was an exotic dessert, and I tried one, and I said "OMG Jim..this is a pure round-shaped cube of sugar...I can't believe I ate a coffee sweetener..!"  And then, when he wasn't paying attention, I ate another one ..on purpose.  Okay, that's a lie...I actually ate two of them. And I'm going to take it easy once I get back, although there's something ironic about a husband who smells like a horse and his wife who eats sugar cubes.  Next stop:  Woodloch!!