Recuperating

After Boston, we flew out the next morning to St. Thomas and then took ferries and cabs to the British Virgin Islands. Brent and I had been trying to do a trip, just the two of us, far away and sunny for awhile and we finally did it. It was awesome. It was a perfect trip. We stayed on an island so remote that we had the beach completely to ourselves almost every day. It was beautiful, relaxing and fun.

 

 Below is our "private" beach we laid out on every day after snorkeling or island-hopping.

 Below is a picture on the trail above our resort.

 We kayaked almost every day to some of the best snorkeling on the BVI's. Brent never, ever gets tired of snorkeling. I think he missed his calling to be a marine biologist. Below, please notice the obscene amount of water in our kayak. Amazingly, we kept that thing afloat all the way from the reef to our resort. That's some serious kayaking.

 We got a guide and went fly-fishing for bone fish on the salt flats. We didn't catch anything but saw lots of fish. Brent thought it was pretty fun even if we didn't catch anything. I thought it was a lot of (expensive) wading and waiting around. But it was still fun. When you don't have anything to do, anything new is fun.

 This was the boat we were coveting from our balcony. It's only $150,000 per week to charter so yeah, maybe next time, huh?

 The Baths. There is an incredible national park where these huge granite boulders create little tide pools and caves you can meander through. You take your time snorkeling and climbing through everything. It was an awesome experience. Someday we want to take the kids. So cool.

 Below, the view from our balcony. The water is really that color. No joke. It's absolutely beautiful.

 View in the evening.

 View at our last supper before returning home to real life.

 Brent celebrated our last evening with a 4 pound lobster. You order the size and then you can watch your waitress walk down to the dock and have the lobster guy haul your chosen size right out of the ocean. I just had to take a picture of the carcass. It was too huge and too awesome.

Brent took the picture below so that whenever we get stressed or sad or whatever, we can look at it and remember our lazy and perfect days on the beach. I'm transporting my mind there right now...

Maybe after another 12 years of marriage, we can go back.