Not me! I race like mad toward the beach, tearing off clothing as I go, until all that's left is my bathing suit (ha ha you guys get your minds out of the strip joint), jump in, splash around a bit, wade out, grab a froo froo alcoholic drink, go exploring, go shopping, rent a jeep and drive through the jungle, have a great dinner, go dancing, hit the beach in the moonlight and finally fall blissfully asleep in the nearest hammock. Then I get up in the morning and do it all over again!

Who taught you guys how to vacation?