... my biggest issues were "margarita or beer" and "beach or pool." And now I'm back in the clouds and the cold, drafting copy for a brochure on distressed real estate.
Man, I love the ocean. Though I never considered myself a "beach vacation" person -- laying around all day in the sun. I've always been more of a "no two nights in the same place" person. But I managed to find a nice compromise with this trip. Some solid down time, along with a respectable level of activity -- snorkeling, kayaking, whale-watching, sightseeing.
And it was so healing. Literally. The moisture and the salt and the sand and the sun. I haven't felt that good in months. Of course, it took just a few hours in a bone-dry airplane to almost completely reverse everything.
One thing I learned -- or re-learned -- is just how important travel is (and always has been) to me. I need to do more of it, and I need to have the kind of career, long-term, that will support that.
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