This is my last full day of a 2 week vacation with my sweet husband, Webb, in the Virgin Islands.    The Sugar Mill (a former sugar plantation) on Tortolla was fabulous and we've loved the beauty and relaxation we have found on St. John--but this mountain flower is ready to head back to Steamboat.  The best part of this trip may have been leaving my cell phone and computer both at home.

And though I am on the edge of complaining, I must say I've had enough of this intense sun and some nasty bug bites as a price for each beach I've enjoyed.  I'm still unclear if it's unusual, but it's been excessively humid most of our time here and I did have a couple of "life situations" come along to test my resolve to accept everything as it is and live in the present.

First, as I mentioned in a former post, was the cold sore on my lip as a result of the stress I experienced for 36 hours prior to leaving Colorado as I searched high and low (and found!) my passport.  So I had to skip the first few days of snorkeling due to the first Herpes outbreak I've had in years; then another 5 days with limited water action during my Moon;  then quite the constipation due to a different diet, then the opposite issue (I'm so grateful I had Rhoid Balm by Motherlove with me).   See. . . sounds a lot like complaining and who can complain about 2 weeks on the beach?

In addition to the moments of practicing acceptance, I caught some extra zzzzz's, powered through 3 novels, enjoyed many hours on several different beaches (some after a hike) with both my hubby and bonus son, Justin, drove a jeep on the left side fo the road, practiced yoga several times and enjoyed some delicious meals.  Now?  Off to enjoy a margarita at Margarita Phil's, the same place where the seed for this trip was planted when our family spent just one day here during a cruise a number of years ago and we started flirting with the idea of a longer stay.

Wherever you are on this Monday, I hope you can carve out 15 minutes or more just for you.