Cheeseburger in Paradise

We were barefoot and windblown (and seasick at times); we swam with turtles and giant manta rays and hung our hammocks on deserted beaches; we drank rum swizzles and ate fresh lobster and were rocked to sleep each night; and for the five days and six nights this tiny ship held us we knew nothing of the world, of Egypt or budget deficits or the Sarah Palin impersonator or our families or the weather – and it suited us just fine.

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