I'm famous!
The kids over at Apartment Therapy are running a little sumpin' sumpin' I wrote about Bahamian getaways. The story's complete with the studliest photo ever taken of me in all my 43 years. Thank you JD! Check it out here !
Let me quote myself:
Here are a few shots of a slice of heaven I'll be returning to in per week.The Out Islands of the Bahamas are for the maximum component an undeveloped Eden about an hour's flight east of south Florida. My friends and I lease the equal cottage each couple of months on Cat Island at a lodge called Fernandez Bay Village. I use the term resort loosely....
There are no hot stone massages or organic meals. Rather, there may be a 40-mile long, in reality uninhabited island. There are beaches with out a foot prints on them, reefs that aren't charted, nights illuminated via the celebrities, and a comfortable quiet that turns my overworked brain into jelly...
Nothing to do however kayak, dive, swim and examine. Ahhhhhh. Having no telephone, no internet acess, no television and 0 touch with the outdoor global for more than one days is the final tonic; even if it is bitter in the beginning. Having all of that plus each day maid and flip-down service is almost too much to undergo!