All of a sudden you've been there a week and you haven't even looked at your list of all the things you promised yourself you would do this reach. Then another week goes by and you wonder how so many people get the strength to walk the entire beach each day. But when you get back to the mainland you don't sit staring off into space dreaming about the trip here or there or fishing or running out to the reef, what you daydream about is the perfect breeze, sand on your feet and how you don't care about a single thing. And also about staring at the ocean, or a tree.