Lisa and I woke up first since we had an 11:00 flight. We just lay in bed and talked for a while about how sad it was to be leaving. We talked about the bikini contest the night before and how neither of us would soon forget it. When I rolled out of bed I felt the bruise on my side from the fall off the stage. You really couldn't see it because of my tan but I knew it was there. It hurt a bit but I'd live. I also had a couple of small scrapes on my boobs and arm from where the guys had groped me.
Lisa got up and was about to get in the shower when I asked her if she wanted to go down to the beach for one last swim. She complained of a little hangover and told me to go ahead. I decided to call the airline to make sure our flight was leaving on time and to find out what I needed to do to file a claim for my bag. I figured if they hadn't found it by now, it was gone forever. After finding out that the flight was still on time I was connected to someone about how to make a claim for my bag. I then called our friend Sandy back home and reminded her that she had agreed to pick us up. She told us about all the snow. That really made me feel good about going home. I reminded her to bring our coats since we had left them with her when she dropped us off. I briefly told her about parts of the trip and my lost bags. All she kept saying was, "Oh my God and I don't believe it." We said we'd tell her all about it when we got there. She said she couldn't wait.
While I was standing there naked, Barbara and Jane came out and started looking through the refrigerator for something to make breakfast. We didn't have much left so we decided to go down to the cafe for a final island breakfast. I threw on my shorts and top and off we went to the cafe for breakfast. Everyone was sad that we had to go. After breakfast we had some time so we walked around the resort one last time. Everyone else needed to go back to the room and finish packing. I said I really didn't have anything to pack so I told them to go ahead and that I was going to walk down the beach a bit.
I still wanted to go for one last swim but hadn't brought my suit or towel down with me. After a bit I decided to take a dip anyway. After everything else taking my clothes off one last time wasn't that big a deal. I placed my shirt and shorts on one of the chases and ran down to the water. There weren't many people there yet so it wasn't like the other times anyway. I swam for a bit but since I wasn't exactly sure what time it was I thought I had better head back.
I didn't want to get my clothes wet since I was probably going to have to wear them home so I just carried them as I walked back towards the resort. As I approached the resort I asked the towel lady for a towel. I wrapped it around me and made my way back to the room one last time. When I got there everyone was just about finished with their packing. Lisa told me I had better hurry up so I jumped in the shower to get cleaned up. When I came out of the shower I asked Lisa where my long sleeve shirt was. It was time to face the reality of going home. I looked around but couldn't find it. Lisa thought she had packed it along with the bra I had worn down. She said we'd find them when we got home. I complained that the shorts and top were fine down here but I'd freeze when I got home. Everyone else had long sleeve shirts and jeans on and looked over dressed for the island. All I had was my T-top, which left my belly exposed, and my shorts that I had made from my jeans earlier; and my sneakers. I didn't even have a bra or panties on.
Talk about traveling light. Well I guess it was a fitting way to end this trip. Might as well enjoy it as long as I could. Lisa put her bags outside the door for the bell staff to pick up and we headed down to the lobby. The four of us just sat there waiting for the shuttle to take Lisa and I to the airport. When it was ready to go we said good-bye to Barbara and Jane telling them we'd call later tonight to make sure they made it back. It was sad to leave.
It was about a half hour ride to the airport and luckily the shuttle was air conditioned, unlike the cab we had arrived in. The gate agent at the airport kind of did a double take when he looked up at me. I guess I was showing through the top a little more than I thought. I asked about filing a claim for my luggage. I ended up talking to the same guy that I spoke with over the phone, the guy I could hardly understand. I filled out some more paperwork and he said I'd receive a check in about 2 weeks if my bag didn't show up first. I complained that it had ruined my vacation and eventually he gave me a voucher for a future flight. That was pretty cool and kind of made up for the aggravation. Lisa asked me if she could get one so we could come back.
The flight to Miami was uneventful. We had a planned hour and a half layover so we just hung out and waited for our next flight. We weren't in a hurry to get back to the snow anyway. The snow back home was causing a lot of problems and our flight ended up being delayed more like 4 hours. Now that we weren't in the islands any more, I was a little more conscious of how I was dressed. I just sat there and talked to Lisa trying not to be seen. We were just hanging around by the gate when a couple of guys who had been staring at us for a while came over and started talking to us. They were younger than Lisa and I but we had nothing else to do so we sat and talked while we waited. They commented on my tan and I thought Lisa was going to blab about my antics on the trip but I stopped her and changed the subject. The only problem was that they kept starting at me.
