I've just spent 9 amazing days with my love. They've gone way too soon but it also feels like it was much more than just 9 days, as we've done so much. We had a picnic with my friends, hiked up the mountain above the city, then gone to the island for the rest of the week to enjoy the beach and the romantic sunsets. (And mojitos at the beach bar.)

The highlight was our parasailing adventure - what an incredible experience! I never thought it would be so zen. Floating high above the sea in a perfectly calm moment, watching the sun reflect off the water everywhere you look. Just beautiful. I regret not being able to take the camera up there, but I doubt the pics would do it justice anyway.


Our little gin/Pimms party


A butterfly making love to his geeky shirt


We went one day to a beach with allegedly healing mud and had fun like two lil piggies. Except he still looked cool like a tribal warrior, and I looked like The Swamp Thing...


My hunkish love working on his tan <3


Getting ready to go up!


High up in the clouds...

Still high from our experience, dishing out some affection




It's 32 days until I travel to him for the second part of our summer. It sounds so long right now, but once I get caught up in the crazy tempo starting from tomorrow, I know it'll fly by. I feel great right now, even though we just parted, I still feel too overwhelmed with all the lovely moments we shared together and all the bonding to be fully aware of our separation. I just wish I could bottle this feeling so I can get a whiff of it whenever I feel lonely and desperate without him.