Travel

Invariably during the year, often during cold winters, a basic sensation floods my being. It’s the desire, maybe even a deep innate need, to travel and simply move. This impulse doesn’t require a year-long trip, but it must place me in new surrounds that alert my senses with a divergence from the daily grind. That is why I travel.

After a demanding year relocating back to the United States from the Cayman Islands, starting new jobs, moving back into our old home, the only logical place for a quick vacation was somewhere . . . back down in the Caribbean.