After Day 4 those thoughts don't seem so crazy.

You could make this work. Bartend at night and dig ditches here and there to start. The cell phone gets a signal in town and that little ex-pat joint advertises internet access. There was that story of the teenager that was making $70K a month on MySpace - she didn't have to live in Michigan. She could live here and still make money.

That's the mark of a great vacation. Those thoughts that swarm the brain while the sun pulses down and the waves crash all around.

Feel that when you slip on the Bush Mon shirt and stroll into the corner market for bread. The first mention of "hey, are you on vacation?" will bring a smile to your face and the next "Nice shirt" will almost make you want to quit your job. Enjoy.

Go slow.