That's the problem. I haven't been doing anything at all. My adventure has been sunk by the torpedo of the mundane. It's amazing how much of our day is eaten up by such a simple thing as life in a house. When I was living in a hotel room with few possessions and no kitchen (and maid service) I had all kinds of time to get out and see the island. Actually I NEEDED to get out of that room. Now, with a house full of possessions and a kitchen and cooking and cleaning and a job that eats up 8 to 10 hours a day I am back in the same rut I tried to escape.

Note to self: There's no need to escape the country to escape the rut. Just ditch all your possessions and move into a hotel.