Actually vacation was a lot of fun, if not restful. The weather was gorgeous, local food awesome. But danger lurks wherever you travel with three small boys. Especially when none of them can swim and you're on an island. Boy #2 left with an iguana bite, #3 left with a black eye and nose. There were some underwater incidents, a lost kid, go-karting (me driving? always dangerous) and visits to the rain forest and El Morro, the old fort atop a hundred-foot plunge into the sea.
And then we saw who was flying the plane home:
Stay tuned for late-summer's 101 Ways to Kill Yourself in France.