Cayman Islands: Little Cayman, Day 1
Our vacation began on somewhat of a sour note yesterday, as only one of our bags of luggage made it all the way to our final destination of Little Cayman. Our first order of business today was to track down our bags; both of us would be pretty miserable if we had to wear the same clothes every day - the clothes we traveled down here in. There were six flights due to arrive throughout the day. I biked down to the airport for the first flight (at about 9am). The first flight did not have any missing bags. But the second flight of the day (at 10:30am) had every bag that was missing (including all of the Son's bags and the one missing Sharp bag) except for Kristy's bag. This caused no small amount of stress throughout the rest of the day, causing Kristy to be very creative with her wardrobe. She wore one of my speedos, one of Berkeley's baggier t-shirts (baggier for Berkeley - it was snug on Kristy), and her bra. She looked pretty hot. I should have snapped a picture (for my own personal use) to preserve the moment. Opportunity. Missed.

In the morning, in between phone calls to the airline and bike rides down to the airport to check on the status of Kristy's bag, I did a bit of food shopping for breakfast and lunch items. Groceries are expensive here to say the least, about 100% more expensive than US grocery store prices. For example, Horizon organic milk runs $8.40 per half gallon... the same milk sells for about $4 per half gallon at the Pine Lake QFC. I guess that is the penalty for vacationing somewhere that is so remote. Oh well.

Kristy played with the kids at the pool at Southern Cross Club (SCC) in the morning with Sammy and took them out on a sea kayak. Everyone else went diving. She snapped a few pictures (click to enlarge):

Then in the afternoon, I took a break from my luggage hunting efforts and spent some time with Berkeley while the girls all napped. We kayaked over to a small island in the bay called Owen Island and walked around exploring the area. We wrote Berkeley's name in big letters on the beach ("for the airplanes to see") and then kayaked back to SCC and spent the rest of the afternoon at the pool. Berkeley got a little sunburned.

The Daniels and the Clarks were scheduled to arrive on the last flight of the day (at 6:30pm). I was there waiting to see if Kristy's bag would make it - and it did. Whew... what a relief!

The entire party (us, the Sons, the Sharps, the Daniels, and the Clarks) shared the evening together over dinner at SCC. We are all here at the invitation of Val who decided to surprise Stacey for this 40th birthday. Val kept it secret from him until yesterday, our travel day. So we spent the dinner talking and catching up while the kids splashed their feet in the water and played on the sand.

I left early from dinner with Olivia asleep in my arms (Kristy lingered). The kids and I walked along the beach back to our condo. The moon is full and cast a lot of light on the beach illuminating our way. There was no one else on the beach, just me and my little ones. While we were walking, Eliana and Berkeley decided to hold hands. I walked a bit behind them and watched them and their little strides as they walked barefoot in the sand. They were both quite tired, as they made very little noise. All three of them are down now. Everything is quiet.