No matter where you go, when you get back from vacation, it takes some time to adjust. Now, not to rub it in, but when you go to St. John, you may never adjust back to reality. I had several conversations with folks that live on the island that said they went there for vacation and just never went home.
|At our rental house, Mare Blu. Not bad digs, my friends.
(From left to right: Hubby Harding, me, BoBo, and Angie – my sis)
|Paradise. ‘Nuff said. Trunk Bay is rated one of the top beaches in the world,
although if you visit, you can find more private and just as beautiful beaches.
And yes, I took that picture. Hard to believe I didn’t pull it from a postcard, huh?
|Somebody got his sleep on in a hammock hung between two palm trees.
It’s rough, but someone had to do it. P.S. Yes, he does sleep with one eye open.
|Perfection at Cinnamon Bay. Many a beer was consumed that day.|
|The hubs and me on our chartered boat excursion. View of Peter Bay.|
Yep, the trip was wonderful. But, before you get too jealous, let me inform you that I am now wading through 1,472 emails.
Oh, and last but not least A HUGE SHOUT OUT TO GRAMMY AND GRAMPY (Jon’s parents) for managing the kids for 9 days. Dude. From a gal who knows, it ain’t easy. Thanks a ton and we owe you!