I have such a major case of vacation hangover (mountains of laundry, depression caused by fading tan, mojito cravings, etc.) that I've actually been avoiding posting about our time in Cuba in an effort to force myself to accept reality (snow banks, freezing rain, winter jackets, dry skin and hair, etc.). If I don't do a recap of our vacation, it means it's not over, right? Right?!
Cuba was amazing. It was my fourth time visiting the country, Kris's second, and Kale's first. Why do I keep going back? It has beautiful beaches, a rich history, friendly people, good rum, and, well, let's face it - it's cheap to go there. Most of my visits in the past have been during spring break. Most of my visits have involved drunken shenanigans. OK, all of them have involved drunken shenanigans. Blame the good rum. Anyway, this time was A LOT different. We were going to see two of our favourite people in the world and two of my oldest friends tie the knot and we were taking our (almost) ten month old son. I mean Kale enjoys shenanigans, just not the drunken kind.
Everything on our trip went pretty much perfectly. Kale was good on the plane, slept better in our hotel room better than he's ever slept at home, LOVED the beach and the swimming pool, and was a big fan of all the attention he received from pretty much everyone that laid eyes on him. Kris and I took turns staying with Kale during his naps and when he went down for the night so we could spend some time with our friends, but for the most part we preferred to stick together and spend time as a family.
Were there hard parts? Of course. Kale refused to sit in a highchair during meals so Kris and I had to take turns walking around with him while the other person ate. Kale attempted to eat mouthful after mouthful of sand and crawl directly for the ocean whenever we were on the beach so we had to spend most time by the pool. Despite the fact that it was sunny every day, it's next to impossible to get a tan when you're hanging out with a ten month old. As a result, I'm pretty much as pasty looking now as when I left. Kale was NOT a fan of being stuck on my lap for a three hour flight and keeping him entertained was HARD (and exhausting).
Anyway, I'm going to go into more details about the trip over the next few posts, but for now I'll leave you with some pictures of Kale spending time on the beach - his absolute favourite part of Cuba.