I really don’t know if there are enough adjectives to describe Cayo Costa Island. Every time I go there is a gift. I remember the first time I went to this tantalizing island. I moved fast wanting to cover as much area as possible. That was August 1994 . Now I move at a slower pace but still take everything in like it may be my last. I was very fortunate to spend over two hundred and forty days there last year. I wish I could have been there more. Many full moons, lots of sunny days, some stormy, some buggy. Some cold nights, a few sleepless. But always “good days”. I look forward to being there tomorrow.