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Back from the Caribbean

It was a long weekend, short if you think about having to come back, long from the perspective that it started Friday at 5am and just finished. After some troubling events to make sure we packed and made it to the airport on time (including Maria), the hope of getting somewhere warm and sunny out of the Boston snow storm made us dream through the 2 flights. And there we were, Turks and Caicos!
From moment 1 (which means zero is excluded) I found the service to be better than in the Caribbean, though still far from I would expect from a country that is meant to live out of tourists. Moment zero was the one we found out the cabs from the airport were "government regulated" and per person but we eventually overcame hat situation (by paying). Restaurants were generally the ones with the best service, the rest had indeed a lot of room for improvement. But what do you ask when the sea varies between shades of coral blue and green, the temperature is a minimum of 25C and your only dilemma is whether to go in the water now or later or what to have for lunch...
The weekend was intense. We had some harsh moments, we tested friendships and love, we lived life in a short amount of time and in the space of our two hotel rooms. But all is well when it ends well and between sea kayaking and yeahhhh iguanas we sorted all out. Time will do the rest.

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