Winter break was spent with my family in Barbados. Paradise. Freshly caught snapper and flying fish every night for dinner and perfect turquoise waves often to ourselves. Over the course of one week I went to six Holiday themed beach parties that I assume would resemble spring break. When did something so enchanting turn into a week long hangover? I'm thinking somewhere between the one time my mom mom screwed up and used the same wrapping paper for the Santa presents and the first year my family decided to run away from reality by escaping to the Caribbean for Christmas. Vacation is great, but in some ways I wish we clung onto our small town Holiday traditions as long as possible.
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