As we sit perched above the Caribbean sea with the sky putting on its final show before slipping from view; colours burn brightly and the sea below shimmers in the setting light. All is quiet except for the rhythmic call of the sea below and the sound of Corona bottle tops hitting the floor.
We sit and watch Iguanas search out the last of the sun's warmth, the first stars break through the approaching darkness and the waves synchronise their final movements as they reach the shore.
After 6 weeks of constant travel an euphoric rapture engulfs us as we realise we can do as much or as little as we want on our island paradise.
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