Five Days to Go

...and yet this still doesn't seem real. At all in fact. I can comprehend entirely that I am going to the Bahamas and get to bum around on the beach for a few days, do some scuba diving, hopefully visit the shipwrecks that Hollywood sunk for the James Bond movies, swim with the sharks,... And I am completely ecstatic with even just a few days of sand and sun. Everything from boarding the ship onward though seems like some insane dream, far too outrageous to be true. Surely this is all just some made-up fantasy in my head. Right?