The funny thing about exotic tropical vacations is that, more than any other type of vacation they seem to be completely polarizing. A trip that could reinvigorate one man and send him back to his job with new found purpose and a stack of photos could just as easily spell doom for another man who actually believes he can hear the sound of his soul being sucked out as he’s forced to sit and endure relaxation. I tend to fall squarely in the second category but I think this may also be an age thing. As I’ve grown older (ever so slowly and always against my will) and continued to travel at every given opportunity I’ve notice that occasionally sitting down and listening to the waves gently lap against the white sand while watching the sun set beyond the infinite horizon isn’t always a bad thing…in fact, every once in a while it’s actually kind of pleasant. It will be interesting to see if twenty or thirty years from now when I’m in my early thirties (I age slowly) if I’ll be playing for the other team.
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