Layla's Dark and Foreboding Weblog

When is Raisin Bran not just Raisin Bran?

When it's being enjoyed a mere 70 feet from the Caribbean Sea.

We're in Grand Cayman right now. My initial intent was to journal this trip, this last hurrah before parenthood each day I was here. But truth be told, being on a deadline, even self-imposed, seemed a little against the point of the trip. Americans, I've heard, don't vacation well. We don't relax, kick back, know how to let it go. I'll tell you what, we were a little nervous of our inability to do nothing. Over the past few days, I've gotten over it. I'm quite good at this. My day so far:

7:45am - Woke to M placing a cup of coffee on my bedside table and opening the blinds to revel the turquiose water that was only audible through my open windows a moment earlier.

He said, "Man you were really hugging that pillow last night. Were you ok?"

"Yeah, I was using it as a breath shield from you..." I replied. "You reeked of Cohiba's and Caymanian Rum. It was like sleeping with a pirate." M has been relishing the Cohiba's and the real Romeo and Julieta's and Montecristo's that are sold everywhere here, just a stones throw from Cuba. I've been relishing the amazing fruit punch's and desserts. On to our day...

8:30 - First Breakfast, consisting of the aforementioned Raisin Bran. Read on balcony for an hour. Contemplate where to read next.

9:30 - Go onto beach and stake claim under a Pallapa. Lie on chair. Read.

10:00 - Get bored. Go swim for a bit.

10:30 - Back in chair. Lie in sun. Read.

11:30 - Back to condo for 2nd breakfast: Fried eggs, leftover steak from previous nights dinner, toast. Read.

Noon - It's been a long day so far. Lie in bed for a few minutes. Get up and book pre-natal massage and facial at the nearby Ritz Cartlon for me and 1/2 day deep sea fishing trip for M. We're spending the first half of Valentines day enjoying one another's gifts to each other completely apart. We're ok with that. It's going to be our big splurgy day considering we got the condo for nothing and used miles to get here. We're really going to kill it tomorrow.

The Rest of the Day - We don't know. At some point M will make me drive him (not big on the driving on the left-side of the road thing, considering I almost killed us the first night at a surprisingly confusing roundabout) to get some freshly caught mahi mahi for him to grill up tonight. The rest of the day will likley be consumed with me reading and him making the most of the tax-free booze status.

We like doing nothing. We know we have a lot to do when we get back, but that's ok. However, we all know that no vacation with M is complete without him breaking something. So I'll sign off with "Here's What Happens When you Mix Cayman Beer, Rum and Wine for 7 Hours":

On a quick end note, when I was a kid I knew nothing about God. My parents weren't religious so we learned NOTHING about God. So I had my own idea of what God looked like. In my head, God looks as close to this as possible: