So I've been lazy and haven't been posting. I don't have the best follow through with these types of things. Who knows why I even start them or if anyone even looks at this. Anyway, here are some pictures from a family vacation we took. In January. Yes. I realize it's June. Deal with it.
My sister's husband is an incredible musician. He gets to play all over the world and when he had a show in Saint Barts, he wanted us to come along and make it a family vacation. My brother, his wife and two kids weren't able to get time off work, so it was a half-family vacation. They were surely missed.
My family left a couple of days before I did because I had to finish up work. From Los Angeles, it's three different plane rides. The last two planes, you fly into the most dangerous landing strips in the world. And it's quite exciting. When I boarded these tiny planes, I felt a little bit like Indiana Jones. It was a bumpy ride, the woman to my right was crying, but golly, I had fun.
When I arrived at the house, I went to the backyard, walked through this little white gate and jumped in the water. That's pretty much where I spent my whole trip.
Since there were so many of us in the house, I shared a bed with my niece and nephew. We opened up the windows so we could hear the water at night. We also read Batman. Every single night. I now know it by heart.
That's right. Nutella ice cream.
My sister and I decided to go explore one night and check out the small town of Gustavia.
We heard this amazing music and found it was coming from this little church.
I can't turn down a good cup of espresso. Even if it's midnight. Especially if it's midnight.
On the way home, we stopped by this little theater where Jonny and the band were rehearsing.
Just me. Getting ready to pee in some bushes.
And then came the night of the concert. It was so much fun and they did a fantastic job. And the view was unbelievable.
I snuck backstage because I wanted to get some live shots. These guys rocked it.
It's Brad Whitford, yo. From freakin' Aerosmith.
This is Brad's son Harrison. And he was a mad man. Only 16 and so talented.
After the concert, my family for some reason all wanted to sit on one small couch.
Time to go home.
My mom used to be a stunt Pilot. Yeah, that's right, she's awesome. She stopped flying before she had us, so we've never been able to fly with her. Welp, what better time to start flying again at the most dangerous airport in the world. Right up her alley.
Made it off the ground!
Flying on three different planes proved to be a little crazy with three kids under four, but my sister and Jon are champion parents and it turned out to be a lot of fun.