So, we sat in JFK and made our itinerary. We actually ended up being thankful for the random very long layover [which originally, we weren’t even supposed to have. The flight for some reason was moved way up and was going to be landing not until 6am, so yay for changes and our layover], because it just took a long time to kind of go through everything and sort out what we wanted to do and compare when various tours and stuff were available vs other places, so we could puzzle piece it all together.
I don’t need to lay out the itinerary for you right now, because you’ll see it as the week unfolds!
As we were completing the itinerary, we had some breakfast – breakfast strombolis, to be exact – which were delicious.
Then we walked around a little, waited for our flight, played some more word games online – any iteration of Wordle we could find, including the math one.
And then it was time… to fly to Barbados!!!
Which… I slept through. (And I think he did too.)
Here comes the part that was most hilarious to me.
Barbados was very strict about Covid entrance requirements. The place where I normally get my PCR tests done didn’t even qualify. I forget exactly why, but like an actual doctor had to do it or something… Whatever the stringent requirements were, I read them very carefully, and I confirmed about 8 million times that I was getting the correct test at the correct place, and it would work.
And Alex asked me a bunch of times if I was sure I was getting it done correctly. He’s been living in Singapore for most of the pandemic, so he made this big deal about how strict international travel is during the pandemic, and I really needed to be careful, etc.
And I was like “I would never mess up our trip to Barbados. I have checked this a billion times.” And then I told him, like “hey, I know you know what you’re doing and you’ve travelled internationally during the pandemic. So, I don’t mean to question you… but… You’re definitely getting the right one, right? Because in reading the Barbados requirements, they are strict. My normal PCR place doesn’t count, and it’s a legit setup with nurses, and it’s good, and accepted by my workplace, school, and doctors offices… but not Barbados. So, it’s tricky.”
And he’s like “I have it under control. Don’t worry.”
And he even made some jokes on the way there about what if I’d messed up.
Well, as you perhaps have guessed from this story, HE’S the one who had a test they didn’t take hahahahaha. It was… so funny to me.
So, he had to get a test done at the airport. So, he was taken to an area I wasn’t allowed to go to, for people who didn’t have the correct test (to get it re-done). So, in the meantime, I went ahead and picked up the bags and started walking around the airport.
Then I found a little Chefette, which is the fast food restaurant of Barbados. (They call KFC Keep From Chefette, because Chefette is the thing out there.) I’d read about it in tourist books, so since I was waiting anyway, figured I might as well go get some Chefette. And it was totally fine. Nothing to super write home about (even though in some ways that’s what I’m literally doing right now), but certainly not bad! I was glad I got the random chance to try to the Barbados staple.
Soon enough, Alex was out of Covid jail. We had a big ol’ laugh about it, but I didn’t want to rub it in his face too much. I wanted him to laugh, not be annoyed or feel embarrassed, so we had a laugh, forgot about Covid tests, and hopped in cab to go to our sweet hotel!