As you know if you've been reading this blog for the past year, I mostly use all my time off to travel travel. And by that I mean jam-packed, action-filled days of sightseeing, touring, eating, sometimes even biking and hiking through international cities. But right after college when I had a lot less money and a lot less paid time off, I used those precious days for the more vacation-y version of travel, which is to say...parking my ass on a beach, frozen girly drink in hand.
Ain't nothing wrong with it. Sure, you might not really get the flavor of the place you're visiting, but who says that's what you need? Maybe what you're looking for in your vacation is time to relax and reset. Time to read four books in a week, catch up on sleep, get your tan on, maybe do a little jetskiing. The Caribbean is perfect for that.
In 2009, my best bud Carly and I went to the Dominican Republic, celebrating our almost 15 years of friendship. We stayed on an all-inclusive resort (my first time doing that). It was glorious -- beach in the morning, pool in the afternoon, fresh tropical fruit on sticks, cute bartenders who don't speak English, catamaran dance parties, spa massages for half the price of what they would be in the States. I mean...who could ask for more? (Still trying to block out the sighting of a tarantula outside the room the size of a dinner plate.)
I came back and quit my job. (No really. I did.)
And I had a fabulous tan doing it.