While enjoying a walk around Bridgetown, Barbados, we stopped for some refreshments and a charter boat pulls up to the dock. We sat there and watched while three Wahoo Kingfish were filleted and delivered to our restaurant. Fresh, indeed.

The next morning in Bridgetown, Barbados, at the Hilton,  Flip is still excited about his room and asked if he can just stay. We remind him he need to get out and see the island before catching the boat. With some regret, he does get out of bed and started the day.

After a long couple of days traveling to Barbados, we survived a harrowing taxi ride to the Barbados Hilton. We wound up waiting in line quite awhile, as they were checking lots of flight attendants and crews out. But, once we go to the front, our checker-in guy got a funny look on his face, left with Carl’s ID, finally came back and informed us we had not only been upgraded, but we had what was basically the Presidential Suite. Two other managers came over to congratulate us and share fist bumps. It really was like winning the lottery, and we were sorely tempted to skip the cruise to stay in our four balconied set of rooms and monster bath suite.

Thanks, Hilton! It was the bomb!