Well folks, I had every intention of starting with the glory and decay of Havana, but was swayed by the thought of my friends L&J returning from Varadero today and needing a reminder of the glorious beach they left behind. Or a taunting. It’s a fine line…

For those not in the know, my trip to Cuba was a girls’ trip. I’m pleased to say that no one drowned, either in rum or in the ocean, and except for one interesting mishap at the airport, we made it back mostly safe and sound. Some of us learned to count while floating in that amazing blue water, others learned the real meaning of song lyrics, and all of us learned a thing or two about each other. And we all learned a little bit of Spanish, if ordering drinks counts…

I never thought of myself as a beach holiday girl, but two trips to Havana aside, I settled into life in a lounge chair very quickly.

What kind of vacations do you prefer? City trips, with museums, restaurants and nightlife? Relaxing beach holidays? Remote adventures?

Mother Nature is truly the world’s best artist. Those sunsets… sigh…