Life had been feeling like a knotted ball of stress and my phone wouldn’t stop blowing up with endless emails, texts and other things that pinged.
Something had to be done to quiet both my mind and the CrackBerry, and it had to be done now! (Hm, does this call for social media hibernation sound familiar to you?)
Well, during those seven days, I was on the internet for a mind-blowing total of — wait for it — ONE hour. On the resort, one might typically find me sitting alone at the beach bar with a strawberry slushy in hand, quietly gazing off into the white sands with a peaceful twinkle in my eye.
I didn’t want parties and I didn’t want to gorge myself in all-you-can-eat-and-drink madness. Taking in the beautiful, concrete-less scenery or having a good conversation with one of the resort staff to learn more Spanish or about Cuban life were all that my little ol’ heart desired.
Time inched by at an insanely slow speed. It was magical.
The view while sipping on my daily dose of java. Morning coffees have never tasted quite the same *sniff*