Day Six: One of the bartenders at our resort was originally from Boston. He and his girlfriend randomly decided one day to pack up everything and move to St. Thomas. They offered to take us and some other couples a little older than us out to one of the local beaches that day and we gladly accepted.
Later that evening Kate traveled back in time to visit me at age 8. (This was some poor kid who was there at the resort with his parents. There were NO OTHER KIDS there for him to play with. We felt bad...so we got him drunk.
