summer vacation on a sailboat.

Today feels like October in Annapolis. The rain last night pressed the humidity into the ground and this morning it was windy and cool, the sun shimmying through the leaves of the great oak tree in the back yard that leans over lazily on the roof of the back house. It even smells like Annapolis, the wind smells like water. I am curious where this day came from, where it's headed.

After a week of sailing around the British Virgin Islands on a 47-foot catamaran last week, it's taken my brain several days to congeal to a point of operation and effectiveness again. The week nearly feels like a dream - the dream trip. 6 days. 1 boat. 7 passengers. 1 British Captain, Andy. 87 degrees. 2 storms. 5 pina coladas. 30 SPF. 2 novels. 10 o'clock bed time. 6 o'clock wake-up with the sun. 500 combustions of laughter and 2 perfect parents who took us on the trip. I could write a lot about it, but I'll just let you see...