By Mary Kay Seales
There was absolutely no premeditation for going to Bora Bora. Zip. Zero. Nada.
I was playing around on Expedia, as is often the case when I need to stave off the gray descent into Seattle’s winter. Where would I like to go?
A three-week Christmas break from the university was coming up. I was getting a bit depressed by the weather already, and it was only November.
Let’s plug in somewhere warm. Somewhere I can swim. Somewhere crazy.