i recently got back from a trip to the virgin islands, specifically st croix, and it was just the rest i needed. i spent most of my time in a hammock with a book and had all the time in the world to do nothing at all. it only took 2 days to forget what day of the week it was.
the house we stayed in was amazing. it was a 6 bedroom house on the edge of the island with a short walk down to a little private beach. each of the rooms opened to the outside and had windows that opened on both sides to catch the trade winds that blew across the property. there was no air conditioning but it wasn’t needed. in the evenings it was cool and thunderstorms helped me sleep.
the food was fantastic and i found the greatest hot sauce in the world. tsa swiped the bottles i was trying to sneak in my carry on (they were over 3oz.) but thankfully they sell it at the kroger here in dallas.
i’m trying to keep a little bit of that time spent on the beach in the back of my head as a tackle everything here back at home. there was a maelstrom of change the day i got home and i’m thankful that i had that time to rest and reset before putting on my game face and getting down to business.
i’ve got the travel bug again. i’m hoping to break away for an epic camping trip in october. some friends of mine are kicking around some ideas for the big bend area. snakes be damned. if i can make it through this month in one piece i can take anything on.