The Turks and Caicos

And it was wonderful. The water was the clearest and prettiest that I’ve ever seen and, since it was the off-season, the beach was nice and quiet* so I was able to completely relax. Which, of course, was much needed post-Bar.

Beach View2

It turns out that this is going to be my 100th post so I think it’s only fitting to celebrate such a milestone with lots of pictures of a beautiful locale.

Beach View4

Our hotel from the beach.


Our hotel.

Pool View

Our pool.


the elusive fifi-bird, spotted on the beach in a rare state of total contentment.


the boyfriend puts in an appearance.


The boyfriend finds a conch.



Beach, book, and beer. What more do you need?



Sandy Feet3

Water Feet

fifi toes with (hopefully) lucky purple-is-for-the-law polish.


The boyfriend was a wee bit cranky about this one. He alleges that I am the “worst suntan lotion apply-er ever,” but I think it was more that he never wanted to get out of the water to put on more sunscreen. (For reals people, sometimes it is like dealing with a child. But I love him.)

Grocery Store

And, because I am a geek like that, I leave you with a picture of the grocery store, mainly because it was SO much nicer than any grocery store in NYC!

*Except perhaps for the girl who struck up a conversation with us on the beach after we all participated in a snorkeling excursion and who punctuated her sentences with “FUCK YOU” said in a strong Philly accent. She used it kind of like how some people use “Shut Up!” i.e. “You’re from New York City? FUCK YOU. We’re from Philly” or “You’re a lawyer? FUCK YOU. No, seriously, FUCK YOU. So’s my husband! Crazy!” Indeed.