My Central America vacation was great. Natasha and I made new friends, rafted, hiked, rode horses, snorkeled, swam, played cards, consumed adult beverages, rolled cigars, smoked cigars, ate lobster, saw ruins and did all sorts of other way exciting things. I've been back home for a week now, and while I love being able to drink water from the tap and the fact that my legs are no longer disfigured as the result of about 25 mosquito bites, I think I'm ready to go back. This might have something to do with the fact that I have to start working tomorrow. To be honest, I'm kind of excited to start working. This is because I have a great love of the law. And it is also because I am broke. But even though I'm not dreading entering the real world, I do keep thinking that this is kind of it. Like when am I going to have another chance to take Caddy on a leisurely weekday afternoon walk? Or watch a daytime marathon of America's Next Top Model (that show is best watched in marathon form)? Or take another 5 week long trip? I recently figured out when all these things can happen: when I retire. Seeing as though I have a bit of a vacation addiction (as well as an ANTM addiction), I'm thinking retirement might have to come sooner rather than later. Like maybe in a few years? Over the course of our trip, Natasha and I met more than one retired lawyer who had ditched the US for the islands. Maybe this will be me! Probably not, given my new fear of skin cancer, but maybe a year long sabbatical to the tropics will be in order. Soon.