Vacation pictures

Here I am at the fabulous Asnet Chastenet resort in St. Lucia. It is so beautiful here. Sun, sand, and warm water fill my days. But I have taken very few pictures.

Before I left for St. Lucia everyone said, “Be sure to take lots of pictures.” They did NOT say “Show me all your pictures when you come back.” Because in reality, nobody wants to see your three pictures of the beach where the first French ship landed or the volcano pictures taken from every angle and at every distance. And pictures of sunsets, especially two or three from each night, are never the same as the real thing.

So my friends will be relieved to know that I will have a total of three pictures to share with them: the view of the bed surrounded by mosquito netting and flanked with a pretty amazing wall sculpture, the array of amenities artistically stacked in the bathroom, and the ocean from the beach chair I have claimed as my own.

In reality there are a few sights I should have captured: the young woman wearing a whtie shirt that was about 3 sizes too small and was inside out with a giant black tag and price tag hanging off her neck; the look on the zipline guide’s face when I told him I was so good at this I’d take his job (this was after he had to pry my fingers from the line after escorting me on my first panic-filled pass down the line). And the ball that I hit into the tall palm tree while playing tennis. (I quit then.)

Oh, and it’s also good to have a picture of yourself. But I passed on the opportunity of doing a selfy in my bathing suit doing yoga. The ripples of crumpled skin I saw while doing some weird contortion? I think not. You’ll just have to believe I was there!

And, although I could have, I didn't attach a picture of the sunset! Cheers to another fruity drink!