it's 3 a.m. several alarms erupt, but bear - our big kitty - stays put. it's too early for him. we, on the other hand, have other plans and it involves pink sand and a 9:30 a.m. flight.
landing in bermuda means getting your toes wet, spending hours on the pink sands and simply waiting while the tree frogs sing a lullaby and lull you to sleep. tomorrow is only a few hours away. and then we'll do it all over again. see you then.