I've never really had any desire to visit the Virgin Islands. They just seem so... touristy. Island, beach, resorts, blah, blah. You can get that anywhere, with maybe even some "culture" added into the mix. Then Kara moved there, and I moved to D.C., and a warm tropical island (with a free place to stay) wasn't seeming like a bad vacation choice.
Amy (aka my hetero life parner) and I headed down there in the end of January. We slept and went to the beach and went out. That's all. And it was nice. And very different than I had expected (less resorts, less fat, obnoxious tourists).
Nevermind, there were plenty of those.
Ow, ow! My wifey and I
My favorite sister
Amy's calves
Kara said there was a trail through the rocks to get to the smaller, secluded beaches. There wasn't. Amy wimped out, but Kara and slipped and slid our way over the rocks till we got there.
Rocks like these.
Or we walked through the water when possible.
Kara's driveway.
We also went out.
And tried to find... men?
Islanders are hot.
Wasn't that guy in Pirates of the Caribbean?
Sunrise off of Kara's balcony.
Bye bye islands. I'll be back soon.
