So you'd think it would be impossible to be miserable in a place that looks like this:
But we're certainly giving it our best shot. The trip was off to an inauspicious start when American Airlines cancelled the three hour and 15 minute direct flight that we had booked and put us instead on a flight that connected through Miami and left JFK at 5:30 AM. Nothin' better than starting out a relaxing vacation by rousing your 3 and 5 year old kids at 3:30 in the morning and hauling ass to the airport for a nine-hour door-to-door travel experience.
Service on the plane(s) was repellant, even though we had ponied up $$$ and plenty of miles for four First Class tickets. The stop-over, despite my children being lavished with overpriced toys from Hudson News, was endless.
When we finally arrived, I realized that I may have made a tactical error in booking the vacation at a Beaches resort. I was lured by the siren song of free drinks as well as free child-care in the form of the kids' camps that are available. Needless to say, neither kid wants anything to do with camp, and it's impossible to take full advantage of the free drinks while saddled with the brats. This is not something that seems to bother most of the other guests, however.
Speaking of which, while we as a family are hardly classy, the crowd here is basically "Jersey Shore: 10 Years Later" and makes Ted and I look like Kate and Wills.
But whatever, the beach is beautiful and we are lucky to be away together as a family, right? HAH! Our first night here, we all fall asleep peacefully until Andrew starts vomiting... and continues to do so about every hour on the hour until well past dawn. I felt terrible for him, and much worse for myself.
And that was just our first 24 hours! Good times. Stay tuned for the rest.