Yesterday my appointment in St. Martin to have a CAT scan done, went well. Now, it's just wait time. We should be able to meet with the doctor on Monday. Should.
I loved the plane ride back to St. Barths. If you EVER get a chance to fly into beautiful St. Barths, jump at the chance. It's memory that you will love.
Only on a flight to St. Barths will you:
~Watch them jot down every pound you have and will carry onto the plane, then position each person accordingly.
~Pray the pilot doesn't pass out. There is no co-pilot.
~Watch a big green Iguana run across the run-way in front of your plane.
~See a tiny gray storm cloud just off the wing and watch small drops of rain fall from it, and a rainbow gently sliding from it to the ocean below.
~See the pilots reaction to another, slightly larger and gray stormcloud. He decided we would go over it.
~Watch as the pilot sees another stormcloud ahead. This time we went under it!
~After 4 mins of flying, seeing a beautiful island pop out from among the gorgeous turquoise waters. The greenish brown mountains are sprinkled with red rooftops.
~Feel your belly go to your throat as the pilot dips the plane all of a sudden. You think you're crashing into the mountain that is climbing on both sides. Then, you drop even lower, and skid to a landing.
~See 7 of the most beautiful people in the world waving as your plane passes the airports window.
~Realize that here in this place, with my family, is the place I get to call home.