No Hotel Resort For Me
The last time I went to a tropical island I was beyond lucky. A friend of my cousin had family that lived there. My cousin, his wife and I, were going to go together...but a couple of days before a job they had bid on came up and they couldn't go. We called to tell our host that. One thing led to another and it was decided I would go by myself. AND stay in the guest cottage as planned. WOOT!!
So...off I went. Heaven, paradise...this little cottage. One bedroom, little sitting room/ kitchenette, huge bathroom, and a porch that wrapped all the way around it. It sat halfway down a low slopping hill to the beach.
I could see and hear the water, the breeze was present all day and night. Just around the sheltered point of the cove was the lighthouse, I could watch the sweep of the light, and hear the moan of the fog horn.
Gorgeous blooms, and scents on the air.
Yep... no hotel resort for me. Back to little tucked away cottage between here and halfway to there, with no one tugging at my sleeves or my heart-strings. No one bossing me around, or acting like I'm the invisible house elf (always busy, seldom seen , and never talked to).
Just me, my pot of tea, and the sounds of the island for company.