At first, the island was just a blur on the horizon; a low, gray smudge on which I fixed my gaze in the hopes of keeping myself from losing my breakfast over the side of the boat.
By Paige McClanahanThe Washington Post, Denver Post: Travel
Fri, 02/27/2015 - 4:27am
At first, the island was just a blur on the horizon; a low, gray smudge on which I fixed my gaze in the hopes of keeping myself from losing my breakfast over the side of the boat.