I just convinced myself that, rather than spend the next hour knitting furiously in a futile attempt to finish a sock by 11 PM EST in order to qualify for the February Solid Sock drawing, I ought to take a moment to tell y'all about our trip to Cuba. Personal growth, people. You read about it here first.
So! Cuba. If you'd told me we would be taking a family trip to Cuba 6 weeks ago, I would have thought you were completely off your rocker. I just started a new job, finances are tight, and well... Phil always had a *thing* against going to Cuba. He considered it to be... tacky.
Be that as it may, turns out all it took to change his mind was his daughter saying Pretty Please whilst batting her extra long eyelashes, and the tickets were as good as booked. And once my Super-Duper New Boss Extraordinaire TM gave me the time off, well... we were on our way.
It had been a while since I'd escaped the winter like that, and Oh My... was it ever lovely. A beautiful beach, warm sand between your toes, cool water on your skin. *Heaven*
Really though, there isn't much to tell. We didn't really do much, you know? Our toughest decisions were about whether we should go to the pool or the beach first. We built sand castles, collected sea shells, read books...
Oh, and I managed to fit in some knitting too :)
Happy Knitting, Everyone!