Day 79: Go to Paradise City.

I'm here! Paradiso Perduto! Paradis Perdu! Lost Paradise...

My flight to Miami went smoother than my flight from Paris. After that mayhem, I'd say that I should have good travel karma for life. The only minor set-back was that I almost missed my flight because I was cut in the check-in line by a family who ended up having expired passports, animals without vaccinations and exceeded weight suitcases where the gate agent needed to find change for their 500 dollar bill. What planet were these people from? But again, after the CDG scandal, nothing phases me. With 15 minutes left, I ran to catch my 5:40am flight to Miami where the gate agent had my boarding pass waiting and I settled into my seat with a mimosa before take-off. Vacation has officially started. 

The connecting flight from Miami to Nassau, Bahamas was on a little propeller plane that seats no more than 30 people. I hate those little rickety planes, I always feel like I'm going to die on them. It was swaying from left to right as we were taking off, the flight crew sat a gentleman next to me to even out the weight and there was light turbulence that felt like the end of the world. To make matters more 'colorful', a little British boy who sat behind me and reminded me of Veruca Salt kept announcing that we were going to crash, bloody death, we're going to crash with the inflection of a 40-year-old. 

The flight was only 28 minutes and once we were airborne, the bumps smoothed out, the ocean went from dark murky green to crystal seafoam as we were entering Caribbean waters and the little British boy continued to talk in my earlobe which become more amusing after my Bloody Mary.

I got through immigration without a hitch and took a cab straight to Paradise Island. The villa has 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, full kitchen, living room with cable t.v, full bar and beachy touches like starfish and sea portraits. It was just perfect. I opened the screen door that opened to the terrace to find the crystal blue ocean seemingly at my fingertips. After the past few months that I've had, a little time alone on the beach was exactly what I needed. I'd cook dinner, take walks, sleep on the beach, exercise in the gym; the relaxation possibilities were endless. 

Waking up to catch my flight at 3am, I was wiped out and flopped on the bed in the master bedroom to take a cat nap. 2 hours later, I woke up to the sound of my grandfather singing in Italian. Did I tell you that I'd be vacationing with 90-year-olds? Yup. And I couldn't wait a second more. I've missed my grandparents. Nothing soothes the soul like a vacation with your grandparents. Pasta, wine and the best comments ever. Allez-up! 

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