Home at last after a perfect week of tropical escape.
So long, island of sandy toes , Pina Coladas and sun-burnt shoulders.
Back to the land of responsibilities and technology.
Where ice cream does not make for an appropriate afternoon snack. Hmph.
Exercise occurs on a revolving plastic track as opposed to mindless jaunts down an endless road of sand, shells and sunshine.
Calls of exotic birds and sunbeams creeping through your windows replace the soul crushing melodies of your cell phone alarm clock
Itineraries are merely guidelines
Time goes by slowly, but the days went by much too fast