the first weekend in january, there was a lull in the amount of ships coming in and the amount of people booking trips. after the chaos of holiday tourists, the new year came and people went home to return to work or school, or whatever it is you real world people do. in other words, we castaways were given some time to breathe.
what did we do with those breaths? we played. a lot.
we went out even though we were exhausted. we cuddled in the caribbean cold. we woke up with hangovers, which were quickly cured with early morning mimosas and all you can drink bloody marys. we spontaneously hopped on a ferry to st. john and spent a day bar-hopping and skipping through the relatively empty streets.