Before I left, everyone kept asking me, "Are you excited?!?!?" and "What are your plans???" I kept replying, "I'll be excited if I actually make it to the plane" and "My plan is to not have plans."
Hubby and I arrived to see this out our doorstep:
and then we started to do a lot of this:
After about five minutes on this beach, hearing nothing but the surf, my mind started to play its own soundtrack.
I've always enjoyed Kenny Chesney, but for some reason I spent four days with "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Problems" stuck in my head continually. Honestly, had you asked me if I knew the lyrics before I left I would have sworn I didn't know them. And no, there was no radio at all.
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
I've always enjoyed Kenny Chesney, but for some reason I spent four days with "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Problems" stuck in my head continually. Honestly, had you asked me if I knew the lyrics before I left I would have sworn I didn't know them. And no, there was no radio at all.
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
Want to look thru my shades and see you there with me
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
Blues what blues..hey I forgot them
