Good news just keeps coming…it’s unreal. Almost every time I talk to my Mom on the phone I think I ask her if and when she is going to St.Barth’s again, and pleeease can I come! She called me today, all fired up, because she knew how excited I would be to hear we are going back in November. The whole family, and she’s getting married there. Congratulations Mom! It’s so gorgeous there! And unbelievably expensive, hopefully the euro to the dollar drops before then.

I made some promises last year when we were there that when I came back I’d know more than how to say ‘hi, how are you,’ ‘my name is Jennifer,’ and ‘thank you for the milk’ (which is very important to know in case you drive by a cow pasture and need to yell it out the window, thanks dad.) Oh yea, and last year Bob taught Callie and I how to tell a guy off, which translates to ‘go lay down, dog’. Looks like I have some serious French to learn! Je t’aime!

There are a bunch of holga’s from last years trip on my Flickr…