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