Well, my last day here in Grand Turk has been perfect. And when I say perfect, I mean for Grand Turk. And when I say special, I mean "special."

I woke up this morning in my all-white-linened king bed sprawled across diagonally and realized life would be getting harder soon, but not today. I went into the kitchen for some deliciously sweet orange juice and Jenny walked in holding two eggs she had just collected from her hen's nest. So, I ate scrambled eggs for breakfast, hot off the farm. She grabbed her coffee and we headed down to the hotel. This morning was to be Dan's and my motorcycle adventure extraodrinare, so we got ready. I grabbed a pair of Christi's pants and shoes (sarongs and flip flops aren't much on a motorcycle) and a little bit of sunblock for the little nose while he got the little Honda ready. I threw on his backpack with swim trunks, cameras and water and we were off.

We decided to begin our tour with lovely South Creek (a little inlet that looks like someone forgot to turn the hose off). All was fine and dandy until we hit a little bit of mud. Two seconds later, we were both in the ground with the bike on us. We started laughing. Earlier Dad had talked about it's not if you fall, it's when, and just pray you're going slow. Well, we were only going about 4 mph so we were fine, except for the fact that we were ankle deep in vilest mud any swamp could ever muster. Dan lifted off the bike and untangled my muddy self from the seat and tried to start it. No go. We grabbed some twigs to clean off the mud. A try again. No go. So, I started to wash myself off in the salina (which is shallow nasty salt water that NEVER drains) and he kept going. I had mud all down my legs and all over the backpack. Just then the mosquitoes must have caught a whiff of blood because they began to swarm. Could this get any funnier? So I'm all muddy, Dan is getting annihilated while trying to start a muddy bike that is not complying and we're stuck, about a mile away from the hotel. Long story short, we prayed, the bike started, and we got the heck out of there, very bitten, muddy and well, all around disgusting.

We dropped back by the hotel to scrape ourselves off, and 10 minutes later, we were off (both still wearing muddy clothes in anticipation of an early afternoon swim). We decided to stay on pavement this time. We saw the lighthouse at the north end of the island and the old fisherman's dock inside North Creek and some very nice homes for sale and government buildings at the south and the power plant (also known as 6 locomotive engines in a shed). We eventually went to Governor's Beach to wash out. We swam then scrubbed ourselves clean. It was quite nice. Back on the bike, we were back to the hotel for lunch. One cottage pie and curry chicken later, here we are. Today I am alive, happy, and very excited for tomorrow. I'm coming home!