Pretend that . . .

Pretend that you are on a Jungle trek and everything is going according to plan. Your guide has kept you safe thus far from Jaguars, human eating pythons, mosquitoes, piranhas, and even a Venus fly-trap. As you delve deeper into the jungle the branches and foliage get thicker, you can't see your way, and the dirt is getting softer, but it's not quick sand--your guide knows better than to lead you into that. So, you both pull out the machetes and wade through it all. After a long time your machete gets dull, and tired (it too needs a rest), and so you need to stop to sharpen it, but you don't have a whetstone, and there is no way to sharpen the one tool that you thought would help you in the jungle. So what do you do? . . .

It's time to get out of the jungle and on a plane (yes in the middle of a jungle) and head to the beach, to sit-back sip on Mai Tais and turn a radiant golden brown! (Who wants a burnt grilled cheese sandwich?) Time to go back to the place that made you happy and calm and feel good about life. The place where you can plan your next great adventure, maybe next time your adventure can be a "Spycation" like they did on the last episode of Castle, but without the deadly outcome.