sailing the bvi.

since i've been meaning to scrapbook this trip for almost five years now and it's a mile away from being at the bottom of my never-ending "to do" list, i figured i'd pseudo-scrap it here...  that way we can all drift away to dreamland and imagine being on an island somewhere in the atlantic, or the pacific, whatever suits your fancy...

in january of 2006, my step-dad and mom treated us to something sweet.  and i'm not talking ice cream.  think vacation of a lifetime... something they saved and saved forever for.  we flew to the british virgin islands and hopped aboard a 36 foot sailboat.  it seemed spacious and comfy, but needless to say, by the end of the week with seven of us it felt like we were goliaths crammed in a ford fiesta.  but that just added to the fun (somewhat).

below was our living quarters for the week.  we ate breakfast and lunch on the boat.  we ate dinner out on the islands and enjoyed the local fare.  conch was often on the menu... it sounds about as good as it tastes.   the locals that served us had hearts as warm as the food; they were so friendly.

we spent our days island hopping; sailing to a different island as often as we could.  each island was so different.  some were desert like, others were lush, all were beautiful.

it was tough not showering for seven days, just letting my hair go, and basking in the sun until it set...  

my mom and sister living it up and letting their hair go, too.

i highly recommend the bvi.  : )

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