In 12 days I will be leaving the cold and the snow for a fun-filled week in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. We are staying at the Majestic Colonial which everyone I have talked to and has been said I will LOVE it!
I mean really – if it’s warm dry and there is food and “beverages” why wouldn’t I like it. I am in Toronto where it is cold, wet and I have to cook my own food and if I drink at noon people question my sanity. Sigh, it’s just better in the Caribbean.
I still have to pack though. This is where my issue comes in. I over pack. By a lot. I know all I need it a bathing suit, a dress, a tank top and shorts but I pack three bathing suits, 4 capris, 6 tank tops, 4 dresses…you get the idea. I won’t even go into how many shoes I bring! I need to figure stuff out. When I went to the BahamasI had to put stuff in my girlfriends bag so I wouldn’t be charged to board the plane home. I. AM. INSANE.
Doesn’t that look nice! I cannot wait for some palm trees and swim up bars!
this weekend! She gave us beach bags and flip-flops with our names on them and towels with her and her hubbies initials on them! So cute!!! I love it! We ate at Portley Piper in Ajax. I had the chicken avocado sandwich and I still can’t get over how much I love avocado! I hope they have them in the DR!!
Have a great week everyone…the count down is on…
Last year it somehow came out that my oldest niece R liked to wrap presents. My father, needing an excuse to be lazy, joked about her helping him. She fell hook, line and sinker and wrapped all of his gifts to the family (except to herself obviously). This year the exact same thing happened. It has become a new tradition. R comes over, they eat Swiss Chalet – her favourite – and they turn on the Christmas tunes and wrap gifts all night until they are complete.
Now, normally I would complain that my father does nothing and he needs to do things for himself, but he gets such a kick from her coming over and spending time with her that I can’t say anything. I only wish I was able to have had that kind of relationship with my own grandfather (who passed when I was 6) so I bite my tongue and let them have at it.
She loves it too. She loves feeling helpful, and being in charge *a bit like her aunt much* lol…this weekend was extra special because it was her 13th birthday weekend! My niece is a teenager – two down, one left to go! She is so small and child like that it is very hard for me to believe she is a teenager. I mean I remember turning 13 in 7th grade and I thought I was so cool and so old – and R – well she’s just not and doesn’t even pretend to be. I was all into clothes and friends and being outside of my fathers home…and her, well it’s the opposite. For this I am kind of grateful. She’s so precious and I am so proud to be her aunt and I know my dad just adores her. She will have these memories her entire life and that is a gift I cannot deny either of them!