Nothing comes easily.

I have arrived in Paradise, but there is a price to pay.

I shouldn’t complain, but I will for the sake of the story!

The airport was very busy…no biggie we navigated our way to the far off gate.

No Starbucks, no fake Starbucks so no coffee consumed yesterday.

30 minutes before scheduled takeoff the natives were getting restless.

We stepped up to the desk and inquired.

The 4th flight attendant had gone missing.

45 minutes later a dude in uniform strolls up to the gate as if he had not a care in the world, no place to be.

Needless to say, we had a late departure.

We bounded off the plane from our first row seats and scurried to Customs.

1 hour later after being faced with no action and a stream of red lights on all the custom officers stalls, they finally realized they had a serious computer issue and reverted back to the old world order stamping system with a random question or two.

We are now one hour late and our driver is not there.

He finally shows and tosses us ungracefully into a Mercedes bus for 20 for just 2 with the front boarded up so it appears as if we are in a paddy wagon.

I had texted my daughter from the prison transport and when we arrived we had no internet. She thought that the Mexican cartel had kidnapped us as we had dropped off the radar screen.

It is heartwarming to know that she cares even though all my jewelry and handbags are safe at home.

2 hours later we arrive at the boat to take us to the island and we just missed it.

We wait the 30 minutes in the scorching heat.

No ride to greet us at the other end, but the rain does along with the flooded streets.

I think it’s time to become besties with the Kardashians so that private jets are at our beck and call or perhaps I need to get another job that pays better than the Devil so that I can be very bourgie and fly the skies alone.

FYI, it looks like rain, but there are mango daiquiris and a comfy hammock.