We planned nothing.
We read 7 books between us.
We ate some of the freshest, most wonderful snapper. Spiciest jerk sausage and shrimp. We had callaloo which is now one of my favorite things.
And somewhere in the middle of a crime novel while watching the sun bounce off the aqua sea, I realized that we are that old married couple that sits in the adirondack chairs with our sun hats on, engrossed in our books with a beer for him and a dark and stormy for me and occasionally glance at each other and smile. When I was 20-something I thought couples like that were sad. That shows how much I knew. It’s a lovely warm peaceful happiness.