…and thought seriously about not coming back. Whether you call it St. Martin or Sint Maarten, it’s a beautiful island.
When my annual trip to Rehoboth fell through, Tammy came to my rescue.
…and thought seriously about not coming back. Whether you call it St. Martin or Sint Maarten, it’s a beautiful island.
When my annual trip to Rehoboth fell through, Tammy came to my rescue.
I hate that moment when you realize that your vacation has come and gone.
But it happened and for that, I’m really grateful. Continue reading
This is a selfish post from a single woman longing for a vacation who wishes more of her friends were available for fun.
It used to be pretty easy to organize a getaway with girlfriends. The biggest challenges were cost and scheduling time away from work. The former came into play more than the latter – in our twenties, none of us were “indispensable” at work – at least yet.
In 2002, I went to Grand Cayman with two girlfriends who didn’t know each other, but trusted me when I said “you’ll be compatible.” They were. We had a fabulous time in a beautiful place.