Sun, sea, sand and more sun

So some of you may know that my mum's from Trinidad. Most of my family live there (her side, anyway. I haven't got a clue where the majority of my dad's family live. Barbados? America? Here??). I have a huge family and haven't really met them all, and if I have it was when I was too young to remember. This summer, we're going to do a massive family reunion which should be great!

My mum, brothers and I are going over there for six weeks for our first family holiday in twelve years. Plus my best friend since we were three will join us for the first two weeks, because I will get lonely struggling to understand what people are saying to me. My grasp of the Trinidadian accent is appalling.

But where does that leave us, my beautiful readers and I? What shall become of our delicate relationship?

To be quite honest, I don't really know myself. I did plan to write a bunch of posts before we left and update them every week once I was over there, but that required me to actually have stuff written to upload and well... That didn't happen.

I'll try to keep to the blog schedule as much as possible while I'm on holiday, but I'm not making any promises. I have a fat notebook (really just a diary, but it was cheap and had a lot of pages so I thought "why not?" and bought it) that I'll be scribbling away in when I can. And by "when I can", I mean when my family aren't bugging me to get my nose out of a book and socialise with them like a normal human being.

Nothing new then.