For some time, Misha and I had been tired and anxious people.

On New Year's Day, his parents treated us to tickets to the Caribbean! We spent the next 11 days neurotically googling images of manatees and other wildlife indigenous to Puerto Rico. We were going to a warm place! There was a small catch: an itinerary that threatened to push us to the very limits of our sanity.

On January 13, 2006, Misha and I fled New York City for the tropical island of Vieques.


(The 11-hour, overnight journey had included some vomiting, a great deal of bickering, and a special guest appearance from reggaeton luminary and Puerto Rican superstar, Daddy Yankee, who was on our Continental flight to San Juan - but very little in the way of sleep.)

The photos below were taken right after we arrived, and had decided we weren't going to let a trifling thing like massive sleep deprivation get in the way of our tans, so help us God.

We stayed in a little pink house (click here for a tour) and rented a little purple jeep.

And here is what we did for the next four days...