When I got back home to Wisconsin I had 3 whole days to rest before taking off again. This time my family forced me to take them to the Caribbean island of the Turks and Caicos. The sacrifices I make for my family are incredible. There’s not lot to say about our trip. As usual we rented a tiny clown car which gave the opportunity for me to practice driving on the left side of the road and my wife and kids the opportunity to yell at me tell me I’m doing it wrong. Our place on the beach had a fantastic view of the most beautiful turquoise water I’ve ever seen. Being it’s close proximity to Florida the Turks is the perfect distance for a fuel stop when ferrying a plane to South America and I’ve always thought it offered some of the best views in the world.
Final approach into Providencials International Airport.
The rest of the trip was pretty what you’d expect, drinking rum, playing football on the beach, and scuba diving with Number One Son and Super Girl.
All in all a pretty good trip. Now back to the salt mines.