livingoutloud

So I took a holiday on a tall ship in the British Virgin Islands.
It was rad....Gorgeous sunrises, crazy snorkeling, powder fine beaches, and a through excess of rum.
But the real news is the beautiful Panamanian second mate who spent the week in my cabin.
Its oh so very "How Stella Got Her Groove Back"

While there I met a woman from New Jersey who met a rastifarian magician while on holiday and decided to quit her life, move to the islands, and open a bar on the beach.
These days, I'm thinking its not so bad of an idea.