Mr. & Mrs. Vandebilt + kids

Tuesday we all woke up soaked. Turns out after 36+ hours of rain everything is damp. Jacob was only feeling slightly better and our wifi that had so promisingly turned on Monday night was off again. At the prospect of spending the rest of our vacation damp, sick and with nothing to do we made some drastic changes. At 9 I started packing and by 10 we were on the road searching for sunshine. We had within an hour essentially decided to drive from home to Quebec City for the night with three kids under 6. We en route verified that Margaritaville in Playa flamingo was as expensive as we thought but they did have rooms and we spent more than our previous two accommodations combined for the final 4 nights of our trip.

We managed to make the 7.5+ hour drive (9 due to banana traffic) in just under 10 hours stopping only once for supper. We were beyond proud of our kids. It certainly helped when at about hour 5 we let them guess where we were going and Charlie let us know that he was about ready to die with excitement.

All three kids basically bolted out of the car, did laps in the lobby while we were getting to our room so they could change and swim in the pool that they coveted the three days we spent here at the beginning of the trip. He thanked both Jacob and I at least three times each. I hope I remember this when the visa bill comes in.

Everyone got to bed late but managed to fall asleep well. We had a rough first night when Madeline woke up puking – keeping with the theme for the trip – no good deed goes unpunished.

We have had a relaxing day while M tries to recover. C and N spent the morning in the pool. N has found her sea legs and her bravado and is launching herself into the pool to keep up with the bigs. I’m sitting in the shade of the mangroves trying to catch some vitamin D while everyone rests in the hotel room across the street. Guess it was worth the money.