Mama Fossy planned a week of island hopping in the Caribbean and needed another pirate to tag along with her. I was all too willing to oblige.
I packed a bag full of nothing but bathing suits, shades, and sandals and hopped on a plane to warmer weather.
Our first stop was Paradise Island (better known as home to The Atlantis). The island is teeny, but has two beaches surrounded by crystal blue water on either side and is dotted every so often with homes that are verrrrry nice to look at.
We had ourselves a relaxing beach day, which was quite the opposite of the last time I was in Nassau (high school senior graduation trip with 3000 of my closest friends). If I say I preferred snoozing on the beach to dancing until 6am for a week straight, does that make me an adult? Can’t be sure, but it sounds like a step in the right direction.