Getting There - Aneel's Travelogue

It's a heartbreakingly gorgeous night out. There's a bright half-moon over the water, lighting Fantasy Island with a quiet glow. There's a light breeze blowing, making the temperature perfect. The hammock on the porch of my cabin is about 8 feet above a calm inlet of the Caribbean. I can hear the crash of the waves on the reef. I have a couple of tasty tropical drinks in me. I feel so alone.