Gone fishing

This morning I will rise in the wee dark hours and travel the rainy streets of Brooklyn to JFK, where I will board a plane to San Juan.  There I’ll transfer to a clutch-the-seats-and-take-your-Dramamine 8-seater and soar above the beautiful blue ocean until we land in Tortola. Then I’ll board a water-taxi shooting spray as it zips across Sir Francis Drake channel.  I will wind up here:

Virgin Gorda, British Virgin Islands

…where I will spend approximately a week sitting on this beach drinking Caribe and reading.

Spring Bay beach

Perhaps I will do some writing.  Perhaps I will update the blog.  Perhaps I will simply bask in the sun and let it beat my brains into a happy puddle of mush.  Anything is possible.

Bon voyage!

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