Fact and Fiction.

Hurricane Jimena chased us out of paradise. I left with a well earned hang over and some unbelievable stories as my only souvenirs, but I like it that way. The sole casualty was my camera which mysteriously died on a fatal fall to the marble floor when I was dancing with two Italians. There was a lot of dancing, an activity of which I am very fond of while intoxicated.

I even met my future husband, thanks to my infamous white bikini. We met in a hot tub, then he introduced me to the thirty men he was vacationing with. Kind of perfect. Enough words for now, time for pictures.