And so I'm feeling incredibly melancholy this morning with missing Cristina.
*sob!* It was a tough, tough goodbye yesterday morning. But let's start back at the beginning, shall we?
Friday evening I was rehearsing with my dance troupe, anxiously awaiting Cristina's arrival. Nobody looked at me funny for rushing back and forth to compulsively check my phone, for which I give them much kudos. Just as we were finishing up, I got the text that Cristina and family had gotten to their hotel.
I changed and dashed over. Because I am a nerd, I took a before and after picture:
|Awaiting Cristina's trek down to the lobby...|
The next day, we towed along both of our families for some touristy millings about. It was over 90 degrees Fahrenheit here that day, a very uncommon occurrence, but we bravely forged onward. My skin let me know right away it was super unhappy about this whole Sun Situation, and I still have a heat rash on my hands and arms to show for it. Aren't you so glad for all of these details?! :0
Piercing Sun notwithstanding, we had an outstanding time, and Anne's posture on the way to lunch pretty much sums it up for all of us:
|So much excitement she can't even keep her eyes open anymore.|
Saturday night, Cristina and I had more girl time at dinner by ourselves:
...wherein we drank dessert martinis and ate olive tapenade for hours. We came to an agreement that "martini" pretty much means at least 2 forms of hard alcohol smushed together in a martini glass. We talked nonstop once again. With each other, and with the bartenders who were very interested in Cristina's Our Lady of Guadalupe tattoo. We made plans for future trips, and to retire to the same city. :0 We took a walk after dinner and scouted houses for aforementioned possible retirement plans. ;-)
Sunday we went to Mass, and the four of us spent the entire day socializing over good food and drink back at my house while the kids ran around outside in the sprinkler. We made more travel plans for the families to get together again, and I absolutely CANNOT WAIT.
Monday morning we all had breakfast together before they had to leave. I was already feeling on the edge of crying throughout, and so when the time came to say goodbye, it was to the surprise of absolutely NO ONE when I started sobbing. The last goodbye, in August of 2015, was hard. But this was much harder. I know that we'll be seeing everyone again, but it's still so, so hard. Even both kids have been moping around, wanting to place a call to their new friends. It's been rough.
I'll definitely talk about more fun highlights from the trip on Tea Time this Thursday. And tomorrow, we have summer book plans to make. ;-)
In the meantime, how was YOUR Memorial Day weekend, dear reader?!