Missing Breakfast

Isn't it funny that if I could be anywhere, doing anything in the world right now, my sole desire would be to find myself sitting on this balcony eating this very same meal. Of course, Cliff would be sitting across from me drinking his tea while I nurse a cup of french pressed coffee (plenty of milk, and two raw sugars). There was just such a luxury and simplicity about our breakfasts in St. Lucia. We would linger for at least an hour, taking in the ocean and mountain views, laughing and flirting like day-old newlyweds do, and enjoying a delicious meal. Even nearly six months later, I long for those breakfasts. Sometimes I wake up wondering when room service is going to knock on the door and bring us our breakfast exactly as we ordered it (to our heart's content) at the very time we indicated on our courtesy card (the later the better).

Now, if I could only find a way to satisfy this insatiable desire right here at home...