It was glorious, 10 days filled to the brim with sandy beaches, card games till all hours in the night and all those midnight soft serve/french fry runs.
heaven. on. earth.
Now the harsh reality of snowy road conditions and waking up early is forcing the 85 degree weather in the bahamas into the past, leaving me with only a memory.
A memory that could very well turn into a return plane ticket to St. Thomas if my finger dares click the mouse.