Home time yet?

Can we go home yet?  Today is our last day here, and while I know we both will enjoy the sun and the waves, both of us would be so much happier if we could just get HOME.  We've learned for sure, that if doing the resort thing, SPEND MORE MONEY.  Getting a cheaper place has meant terrible food, shitty service, NOTHING available to you when the restaurants close, etc etc.  And the place is full of barely-legal French assholes who scream and pick fights. 

The week hasn't been terrible by any means.  But, besides the dolphins and my initial excitement at swimming in the ocean waves, nothing has been spectacular either.  I'm currently COVERED in bug bites (definitely not bedbugs, don't worry!).  Like actually covered.  About ten on my left thigh three on my left calf, not sure how many on my right leg, one enormous one on my ass, and a bunch on my upper arms too. YAY!  Bug bites are sexy!

We tried to make last night a Party Time night, but basically failed.  We checked out the resort disco but neither of us really felt like dancing much on the liquid-soaked floor, cause we could barely stand on it without slipping, and they kept playing crappy American music like Taylor Swift, followed by Cuban music, followed by Ke$ha.  Weird.  Neither of us were really into it, but we sat in the common area and had a couple drinks before heading back to our room around midnight.  OH YES we know how to party!

Right now all I can think of is how happy I am to be going home tomorrow.  Its too bad.  I wish we'd had the time of our lives.  For me, I don't think that will ever be possible on a resort.  I keep thinking how I wish I'd had a nice little hotel in Havana, so I could have taken my time, walking through gorgeous old Havana, being able to just sit and look around in the squares, having time to enjoy a nice, relaxing meal at one of the pretty little cafes, being able to just soak up the sun and people-watch.  Rather than have six days on the beach and one day there, I wish it had been opposite.  One day on the beach would have been enough for me, and six days spent on the move, seeing MORE. 

30 hours til I'm home to my wonderful little furry feline family, where I will revel in the kittycat love, while planning out my trip to Australia.  Two months til I head out for my first solo trip, I'm soooo fucking nervous for this!  But I can't WAIT :D :D :D :D