Landed in Martinique, car rental company lied – they are not at the actual airport, there is a shuttle. Get the stick shift- refresher course was the entire ride. Drive clear across the island via NO main roads. Lost upon lost upon lost. Thank god for google maps- well thank google. Get to hotel- closed. Scramble for another. Phone and iPad dying. Find it. Closed, but allowed us to get their last, mold smelling room: think Chilligans Island. Stinky but grateful. Rain happens intermittently. Different electrical outlets- need converter, don’t have one. Sleep.
All with an infant.
Vacation starts tomorrow. Womp.