Finding Nemo in St. Maarten

Editor's Note: This post got lost in the morass of my post-vacation funk. Thank goodness for the "draft" button.

So, St. Maarten......


What can I say? It was a glorious seven days of sand, sea and sun. Thanks to the future in-laws, we had a timeshare with a balcony to hang our hat on. And did I mention the pool for late night, post-beach dips?


Me and my honey found our favorite beach early on and went every day. It was a local spot, where we were as likely to find the cashier from the grocery store and her family, as we were the tourists from the resort down the road. And once we got into the water, it was difficult to get out. Gentle waves, clear water all the way down to velvet sand and pina coladas all day long added up to an ideal vacation.



And then there was Nemo.

I wish we had a waterproof camera to take a picture of the little guy. At first I thought he was a little bee drowning in the ocean, but then I realized he was actually a tiny fish swimming around us. Since he was all of half-an-inch, no doubt we must have appeared like some strange land mass. He just kept swimming around and around and wouldn't leave. Finally, we had to literally shoo him into deeper water so he wouldn't wash up on shore.


The best thing about our trip though was the time together -- a reminder of how much we do enjoy each other's company. It felt like a luxury just to "be" around each other, instead of doing/accomplishing/finishing 12 different things at once while we happen to be in the same space.


Also, vacation sex is the best.

I'm just sayin'.