A group of my work mates take regular walks around the office neighborhood for exercise and to get away from their desks for awhile. The “Pebble” craze has taken over, with many of my coworkers becoming competitive about who has the most steps each day. As a card carrying member of “Team Lazy”, I don’t participate in any of it. For me, a walk, unless accompanied by my dog on a trail in the woods or the mountains, is a bore.
For the last few years, I have been hungry for an all-inclusive beach vacation. I have fond memories of a romantic getaway to the Sandals resort in Negril, Jamaica, years ago with a former love, as well as a relaxing girls’ trip to Antigua and I’d like to experience those pleasures again. Alas, there’s no present love partner in my life and trips with the girls have dropped off as my friends have gotten married and started families of their own. What’s a girl to do?
Half Past Thirty 