The routine was a simple one; breakfast, a lathering of sun screen, then to the boat which would take us to the rocks. We climbed, jumped, and swam, lounged on the boat when a break was needed, and returned to the deep when we became too hot. There were stayed until the sun started to sink. Afterwards a flurry of showers and dinner preparations ensued, and then to bed the littles went. This sequence was repeated again, and again. And it was during this time, as the sun soaked through our skins and into our souls that the beauty could be embraced. The beauty of laughter and learning, of failing and trying again; the beauty of courage and adventure.