About six months ago, Duzzy and I booked a seemingly perfect vacation...about a week and a half ago, that perfect trip turned into a perfectly good disaster story we'll probably talk about for years.
I spent the last week in paradise. It was a week of sunshine and temperatures near 80 degrees, palm trees and sea turtles, pina coladas and mai tais. I was convinced that I would immediately move to the US Virgin Islands when I got back from vacation. My friends think I'm crazy...they all said they like having four seasons in a year.