Veni, Vedi, Vaca
Well that was what a vacation should be.
Leaving 30-something morning temperatures last Saturday and arriving in the afternoon in beautiful mid-80s St. Croix with a waiting cold Presidente and frozen grapes, courtesy of a resident friend who picked Alisa and I up. Our villa had an expansive view of the Salt River Bay area where Columbus’ crew set foot and fought with the natives during their second trip to the West Indies. I’m a pamphlet reader. There were pamphlets. I read them. I could tell you a thing or two about sugar mills too.
Anyway, highlights of our trip in a handy bulleted list format include:
- SCUBA diving for my first time ever and loving it.
- Great dining and bonus Alisa-so-full dessert add-ons.
- Going to sleep and waking to dreamy views. And the scenery outside wasn’t so bad either.
- Floating about in the villa pool while the sun went down and the first stars of the evening appeared.
- Floating about in the clear white sanded bottom water of Sandy Point National Refuge in view of sea turtle nesting tracks we walked by to get there.
- Inappropriately hot hot sauce on island home cooking…
- …and a cold Caribe in hand to wash it down.
What is it about being on an island that makes an otherwise unacceptable beer totally desirable? Oh yes, I forgot, it’s heat-induced thirst and lack of variety.
Why do people abbreviate “vacation” as “vaca” anyway? Do we save that much by not having to say “tion?” We might as well shorten words like “scissors” and “cheese.”
Eh, I’m all over the place here. Snack time. I’ve got some chee with my name on it.
May 9th, 2006 18:54
Why do I find you so amusing?
May 10th, 2006 19:53
Why does the summer wind whisper through the outstretched fingers of an elm? Because it does.