Wouldn't it be awesome for some mega celebrity to owe you a big favor and let you borrow their hookup for epic-secluded vacation destinations? Notice, I went "the favor" route. Because I think being a celebrity probably isn't worth the hassle, riches or not.
For me, Seclusion is an essential quality of what makes something paradisical. (That's not a real word. I hereby INVENT it!! ) In fact, in my ideal fantasy beach, no one else is invited. Not my family, not my friends, no mythical creatures, not Clark W. Griswold's hawaiian Pool/Lingerie counter babe. No one! No Soup for you! It isn't that I don't like people, I often do find people whose company I enjoy to keep but the mental image of a tropical paradise sort of resonates with me as a comfy hut amidst a lush tropical surrounding with an open patio, mere steps away from the tide. A couple of chairs to lounge in, catch a book or listen the ipod.
Endless fulfillment of drink and food orders without ever seeing another person. I'd like a Mojito. WOW -- Lookie here, a Mojito. As if Q from STTNG evacuated Oahu for a private stay with the twitch of his nose. (Or was the Jeannie?)
But, I'm a resident of a small redneck town that lives in a small redneck house in a small redneck community. These sorts of things aren't in my grasp... or... are they!?
I absolutely love our winters here. After work on this day, I found my way to the public park at the foot of the Alabama-Florida state line. iPod playing, it was just me, a tripod & camera with not a soul around. In fact, I never saw another human being the entire walk.
Standing by the Gulf, music playing, waves lapping in and not seeing another soul around... is a little creepy... and ... a lot of AWESOME.
I hope your return work week is going well!