One of my most favorite places in the world is a deserted island in the Abacos called shell island. I don't think that is its real name but that is what I call it. It is covered with shells and depending on the weather, the tides, and the other people who have come to it, you can find real treasures. The greatest is silence and solitude. I go there to think. My family drops me off and I walk and slowly collect my treasures. Once it was a baby conch. Once a large piece of drift wood. One year I selected small pieces of coral that looked like discs in your back...That year I needed a backbone and that is what I brought home. All the coral pieces sit on my garden wall to remind me that treasures are not always expected...sometimes they come unexpectedly...like a backbone...who knew?