It’s that time of year when I wonder why I’m not a winter traveler–especially the type that goes somewhere tropical every January or February. I don’t mean to be a downer, but this is just the worst time of the year. All the excitement of crisper weather and the holidays are behind us and now it’s just cold and gray and dark and bleak and waah
Just let me feel sorry for myself, ok?
And while I do it, I’m going to daydream that I’m back in St. Thomas, drinking rum & gingers on a sailboat and hopping from beach to beach.
My advice? Stay somewhere with a view like this (not that I’d recommend everyone go and sleep on a sailboat for five days, because once was more than enough for me):