Since we were practically almost already there, we hopped on a tiny plane and headed over from San Juan. We'd been promising each other we'd go back for years. And then Celia got sick and we spent nights with her, sharing tears instead of our own bed. When she died our pact pretty much grew wings.
The only way our time in Virgin Gorda could've felt more like heaven were if she'd been there.
The Baths, giant boulders brought to the surface by volcanic eruptions, at Devil's Bay.
More creatures for Tucker.
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