Every February, without fail, the missus and I are somewhere warm. This is not an accident. It is the direct result of marrying a woman clever enough to schedule the wedding in February, which guaranteed an annual winter escape disguised as a romantic obligation. I feel genuinely sorry for June brides. All those lovely ceremonies,…
“Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take ya to Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama.” Every single time someone mentions the Bahamas, that song starts playing in my head on repeat. Cannot escape it. Are there any more iconic lyrics that tie to Caribbean islands? I’m genuinely asking here because if there are, I haven’t…
It seemed we’d just landed back at Pearson in December when we found ourselves standing at the same gate again in February. This wasn’t some last-minute Travelocity Roaming Gnome situation though. No, this had been planned with military precision since the previous spring – because I married a woman who treats vacation planning like NASA…