Three days to take-off.

Dee is at her desk, working on something. Look at her, sitting there like its just another day! Nitwit. I, on the other hand, am TOTALLY pumped. We have just 2 more days before we leave for Negril. Ah, 'Negril - Jamaica'.. the name rolls off your tongue.. like something exotic. Something that promises to be so much more than what it seems!

Though Dee and I are at odds with each other every now and then, the one thing that we can never disagree on is the thrill of travel. New places, cultures, people, sights and sounds. Bitten by the wanderlust bug. I have plans. Grand ones. They involve doing nothing all day but lie on the beach. Watch as many sunrises and sunsets as possible over the four days we're there. Revel in the glory of having no work to do. No agendas, no worries. No laptops, no cell phones.

Dee blinks. She knows I'm talking about her here, and she lets herself smile slowly. She knows she is looking forward to the trip so much. But, she plays it cool. Nervous about jinxing the trip. A little cautious about being over-enthusiastic about the whole thing.

Ah, forget it. I'm celebrating, and so will she. And when we're back, look out for (drumroll please)...

'Sun, sand and Speedos'!