you always have people tell you that happy days fly in a blink of eye. I thought it was a metaphor until the end of the fabulous trip to Harbortowne for our annual retreat. In a nutshell, I have never been this high for quite a long time. every minute there was an adventure for me. you just never knew what would happen to you in the very next moment. some total stranger might drag you into the dance pool against all your wills; someone might pull you off your kayake into the water and leave you taste like some bad seafood, despite the fact that everyone was fullly aware of the fact that people were expecting us to show up at least dry and seafood smell free in 15 minutes. The weird thing is I actually enjoyed the moment of humiliation so to speak. call me self destructive freak. but the truth is sometimes it is no longer about you, it is the fun that matters.

some photos from the gorgious recreational resort: enjoy