I am three days back from a 6 day stay in Antigua.
He / she / it tourists.
And we slept. Man, did we sleep. One day we got up, had breakfast, went to the beach for an hour, took a nap, had lunch, then sat in the back of a cab for three hours being driven around on a tour, took another nap, got up and had dinner, then went to sleep for the night. Oh yeah, baby. We slept.
Our room wasn't luxury, but it was completely comfortable. Here's the view from my bed.
What you can't see is that between that patch of grass and that swathe of ocean is a tidy bit of beach. It really was just that simple a matter of walking out of the room and wading into the ocean.
The best thing about the room, which my mother didn't seem to appreciate, and I didn't much think about one way or the other until I hit civilization again, was that there was no TV, and no radio. Just the sound of the waves hitting the shore. (Oh, and the AC which mum insisted on having on 24/7) And Lord, blessed, hallelujah - my Blackberry didn't work there either. No texts. No e-mails. No phone calls.
We could hear tree frogs every night singing to us. During the day there was no canned laughter. No whining about the political motives of this party or that. No doom and gloom forecasts of how the economy / job market / church / world / you are going to hell. Just, ocean.
The first TV I heard in the airport on the return trip was CNN talking heads, earning their shekels by predicting all of the above. I wanted to stick my fingers in my ears and scream LA LA LA LA LA to escape it. No wonder so many of us are on anti-depressants. We can't turn around without some expert telling us how bad the world we live in is.
To my regret I only had one pure beach day. And I got me a little tan. Here's me on the beach.
Look at that! One healthy, working body, out there on the beach. Hair blowing, knees moving, flesh jiggling. It's a good thing. I have known far too many people who would happily trade places with me in order to have all parts of themselves work like God intended, and damn the extra fat. Hell, I know more than a few people who would love to have the extra pounds too, so I'm gonna celebrate mine and share it with the world.
The shots from the front aren't as enlivened. Further, they show my face--and since I've been on the net ('93) I've made a conscious effort to keep both my face and real name off the web. So you won't be seeing any of those shots. But how could I resist sharing that juicy bodonkadonk with all the other real women out there?
Here's where we had breakfast and lunch.
Migrating birds from the States joined us for every meal, but they were tiny little finches, not big bruiser pigeons, so it was very clean.
I swear, no retouching. It looked just like that.
I'll stop now. I know there's very little in the world more boring than other people's vacation photos. But I had such a pleasant time I couldn't resist. I hope you all had a wonderful week after Thanksgiving too.
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