When is the saddest moment?
Is it looking out at the swim-up bar and seeing your friends lifting their drinks in a farewell salute?
(This picture was only taken 3.5 days ago, but we miss you already, Michelle, Jaime, Mike and Emma)
Is it boarding the shuttle bus?
Is it boarding the plane home?
Is it doing laundry and seeing some residual sand left in the dryer?
Or is it turning the phone back on and finding 40 or more voice mails, returning to the office and discovering NOBODY did ANYTHING to cover for you while you were gone?
Or is it realizing the countdown to your next visit is back in triple digits again?
Right before leaving CN, I told the lovely sympathetic people at the front desk that, in addition to the cool wet washcloths they hand us upon arrival, they should give us handkerchiefs as we leave.
No problem, mon. We'll be back....
and then everything will be irie.