Today is one of those "I hate Bermuda" days. I alternate back and forth. I wonder if this is how I'll always feel coming back from the states. Vegas was awesome, as always. We just spent time hanging with family and friends, shopping, and eating. It felt like we were only there for a day and then it was time to leave. I wish we would have stayed through New Year's :(.
The plan was to get McDonalds the minute we arrived in Philly for our layover on the way to Vegas. Upon arrival, we find out that the McDonald's is all the way in the other concourse and we didn't have enough time before our next flight. So we settled on eating at the food court. I chose Chick-fil-a, which was extremely disappointing. Their waffle fries rule, but their chicken sandwich is dry. Jim chose a philly cheesesteak place. Equally disappointing. The flight to Vegas felt like it took a million years. Note to self: US Air blows. No movie, nothing...for a 5 1/2 hour flight! After we arrived in Vegas, it took a while to get our rental car. Who knew that Vegas is the hot place to be for Christmas? The line for the rental car took like over an hour. Then it was off to Tammy and Victor's place for some hot pot. I usually don't like hot pot but it was delish! I guess I missed Chinese food more than I thought. Christmas day breakfast, lunch and dinner were eaten at home. They were all extremely delicious. I'm still dreaming of the rib roast and I had deep fried turkey for the first time. Yummy....
Other meals of the weekend include THE scrambled egg breakfast with croutons (compliments of Greg's parents) which is my new fav breakfast of all time; Sushi Roku - company was great but food just so so; Olives - disappointing compared to last time; In-n-out - terrific as always; Hot and Juicy – delish but a bit too spicy so I was torn between pain and food bliss; Auntie Anne’s almond pretzel – yummmm…I even finally found a McDonald’s at JFK on the way back to Bermuda but I surprisingly didn’t feel like eating McDonald’s. I just had a few of Jim’s fries and got the Chinese food instead.
The flight back to Bermuda was uneventful. After arriving with our 4 checked bags (all at right around 50 lbs) and 4 carry-ons, I had Jim go get the car from the long term parking. It’s about 0.25 miles from the airport. I waited outside in the freezing cold for over 15 minutes before I get a call from him saying he’s been in an accident with some taxi. An accident in like 0.25 miles?! Ugh. So I walk over to the accident (yes, it was that close). The police come and are like “okay, now you guys go settle this between yourselves and decide what you’d like to do.” Really?! My first thought is that we’re going to have to throw down and brawl on the side of the street. Instead we go talk to the taxi driver, who claims he’s the mayor of one of the parishes (why the mayor is also a taxi driver is beyond me). We decide I’ll call my insurance and have them handle it in the morning (since it’s like 11pm). The police write up the report and we’re off. Lessons learned from the accident: 1.Husband is not allowed to drive the car anymore. 2. Ex-pats have no rights whatsoever in Bermuda. I think that no matter whose fault the accident is, the citizen will always win. 3. Bermuda sucks.
When we get home, we notice the wind was so strong that it blew our scooter over and now it’s just laying on the road. I swear there was rust on the scooter too. Who knows if the thing will even start anymore. And the house smells like mold. And it’s like 55 degrees but the wind makes it feel like 30 degrees. Dear Bermuda, today I hate you.
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