1) Private Island “Wow look at the color! The turquoise of the water almost looks neon.”
“Jessica you crack me up.”
I sat staring out the window of the plane transfixed at the tropical waters less than a thousand feet beneath us. Rob had put this vacation together entirely without my input and the controlling Type A personality in me itched to know more. Unfortunately there would be no scratch to sooth my curiosity as he insisted on keeping the entire weekend a surprise.
With no idea what was in-store I just sat back and enjoyed the view out of the tinted windows in Rob’s Cirrus. He had received his pilot’s license several years ago after selling his first company and bought the very sleek single engine aircraft we now found ourself in. Rob was good at spoiling me and traveling by general aviation was absolute heaven. I no longer had to dread the long wait in security lines or the discomfort of a passenger leaning his seat into my tray. Instead, I was now able to read my book in fine leather trimmed luxury while skimming low enough to the Bahamian waters to provide a chance to see wildlife.
