It's you... Not Me

I'm waiting for Steph to finish her shower, letting the warm air waft in from the open door to our hotel room here at Atlantis. Irony is a hell of a thing. While the weather has been nice, it has been relatively windy and of course, the day we leave, the wind dies and the sun blasts down with full bore. I shouldn't complain, though, as I probably would have scorched my body had it not been for the short stints in the sun.
We leave in a few hours for our flight - something, though, is a bit different about this flight back than what we usually go through. US Customs is actually here in the Bahamas (Nassau). So, we actually enter US territory (from a legal standpoint, as I understand it) here instead of back home. My sister, who left a few days ago, said that you go through a security check three different times. This has always been a sticking point with me and flying: security - or the lack thereof. I've had multiple security checks at numerous airports that were nothing better than as if a stranger on the street were to ask me the time of day (i.e. I wonder if they actually checked or looked at my luggage as it went through the scanners - and other times I feel a rectal exam coming on). I'll miss the weather, but I'm glad to be going. Home is, well... home. I'll post some pictures and comments when we get back.