We are packing our bags and saying one last goodbye to Tiny G’s cousins before his grandmother drives us back to the airport where we will board a Virgin America flight that makes me feel like I’m in a nightclub, one that delivers coffee made to order to your seat. So goodbye to quiet mornings on warm, deserted beaches.
Goodbye to the magnificent banyan tree in the front drive.
Goodbye to lazy afternoons reading in the shade. Goodbye to the fresh catch of the day at Captain Clay’s.
Goodbye to candlelit family dinners by the ocean. And goodbye to my sister-in-law Kate’s coconut cake. Parting is such sweet sorrow.