It’s been a long, hard couple of years. We’re all exhausted, but things are finally starting to return to a simpler time. Definitely time to get the hell out of this place.

And so we do! Sandy beaches, warm sun, no work or school commitments left. The biggest worry is whether the bar makes a better piña colada or frozen margarita!

And then there’s me. 27, 5’6, 150lbs, brown skin (Caribbean heritage), medium curly black hair, hazel eyes, big round hipster glasses, and a big smile. I haven’t been on many beach vacations before, especially not a solo one, but this is my chance to throw caution to the wind and love a little. Finally got myself away from a desk, and I better damn well enjoy it.

While usually a bit more timid, I told myself to be bold during this trip. No one knows me here, so why not indulge myself?

That explain my suitcase, filled with tight little speedos and other revealing garments a size too small for me. Blushing a bit to myself as I step out on the beach in my tight yellow speedo, the fabric not even able to fully cover my plump rear in the back, leaving the edges hanging out a bit. My towel clutched against my chest as I walk, the only sign of self-consciousness that I have. Looking around for a place to sit and enjoy the tropical paradise.

Let’s get this R&R started!

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And who would you be? A foreign traveler? A blast from my past (or not so distant past?)? A hotel employee? A local? Let me know if you’re interested, happy to incorporate your thoughts😉