The "Daily Grind"

After our first night at the Islands, in our glorious Villa (that doesn't sound too smug, does it?) we settled into a pretty regular routine for the rest of the vacation that went something like this:

Wake up, take a deep breath and revel in the fact that you're on vacation and temporarily living in a place with a postcard, "wish you were here," 180 view. Wander to the kitchen as you slowly wake up, socialize with the urban-vacation-family and eat whatever deliciousness Hooper decided to feed us that particular morning. Next we would decide which of the several beaches available to us, change into our swim suits, load up the two Jeeps with snorkel and beach gear and head out. After a brief drive, we'd set up camp at our beach for the day, lube up on the suntan lotion, and sun ourselves silly. Seeing as most of us had at least a minor case of ADD, either a football or frisbee would soon make an appearance or we would amuse ourselves with the sand (read: bury people in it). Next would come our daily snorkel adventure, followed by lunch. Depending on the day, from here we would either move to the next beach, or head home for the evening. Once home, we made use of the bitchin' outdoor showers (if you live somewhere warm, it is SO the way to go), and got "fancy" for the evening (read: put real clothes on). Each night we made dinner in and enjoyed a family-style meal. Soon after, the card playing and dessert eating would begin. Usually after a few rounds of Rook (aka: Oh, Hell) and rum-soaked beverages, half of us would turn-in for the night while others stayed up and enjoyed the night sky and quality conversation. Eventually we'd all call it a night and wake up the next morning just to do it all over again.

It was pretty fantastic really. The only difference was that on the last day, we rented a boat. Hello British Virgin Islands!