Like all good mommies and daddies, we follow the mommy and daddy handbook, which says parents must find time to vacation by themselves; and so we did. After six and a half years, Charles and I finally took a vacation, just the two of us, to the Turks and Caicos Islands. Established as a European colony in the early 1500s, the archipelago, informally known as TCI, it is truly unspoiled by commercialism, though its only industry is tourism. With miles of white sandy beaches and turquoise-colored water, I can see why.

Unlike other resort islands, there are no discos, carnival-type attractions, children’s activities or villagers hawking wares on the beach. At the same time, there’s an eerie lack of artwork and culture indigenous to the islanders. Yet, everyone seems intoxicated by the gentle breezes, the clear, clean waters and warm sunshine that embraces your entire being. It was a short stay of five days and four nights. While the first two days were spent with remnants of Hurricane Sandy, the sound of the pouring rain and soft wind was a tropical treat, as it was great for sleeping and caused the hotel to give out rounds of rum punch on the house for everyone. The rum is the islands’ own brand (no Bacardi here), and there must be some of the sweetest sugar cane somewhere nearby, because it was so smooth. Since the tropical drinks come embellished with a variety of the freshest, juiciest fruit, you could live off of the pineapples, strawberries and oranges alone.

Fortunately, we didn’t have to as the food was plentiful and tasty. We had our fill and choice of fresh salads, grilled shrimp, jerk pork and crispy chicken Buffalo wings. Breakfasts were fit for royalty.

There are more hotels on the islands than I can count. We stayed at the Gansevoort, one of the more modern hotels, which features the Exhale Spa. Our package included a daily “core fusion” workout taught by husband-and-wife team Fred Devito and Elizabeth Halfpapp. Core fusion focuses on the abdomen (the “core” said to be located right behind your belly button) as you work every muscle in your body to stretch, tone and strengthen. Also included was a stand-up paddleboard excursion along one of the many canals. Imagine a surfboard upon which you stand with one paddle in hand to move you along the water la Tom Sawyer. Also imagine us falling off of the paddleboard many times into the water as all it took was a ripple in the water or a breeze to come along and knock us over. The package was topped off with a massage that by itself is worth going back for.

We made it back on one of the last flights into New York before everything shut down in anticipation of Hurricane Sandy. Glad to be home safely and thankful to have a safe haven from the storm, we have fond memories of a good time.

The law office of Charles Leonard Mitchell Esq. hosted a relocation reception for new clients. Held at the Princeton Club, this event was a lot of fun to plan as the club did all of the work. The menu included plain or tricolor tortellini with a choice of alfredo sauce or oil and garlic. You had a choice of mixed vegetables that included zucchini, yellow squash, mushrooms and broccoli rabe. Each dish was personally prepared before your eyes by the chef, who is very good at what he does. Beverages included Perrier or champagne–that’s it! After all, I wanted to keep it bubbly. The new office is located at 25 W. 43rd St., 646-670-8977.

With all of the early-November holidays come and gone, we can now focus on Black Solidarity Day and Thanksgiving. BSD, Nov. 19, comes on a Monday this year, and what a good way to start off the week. Remember, on this day we unite by not spending any money–one of the only sure ways to make our voices heard in a capitalistic society. We did make our voices heard on Election Day–thank you very much!–but BSD is indigenous to the Black culture, which is nice.

Wondering why your emails haven’t gone through, computer is acting wacky and you keep missing that important phone call? Mercury, the planet of communication, has gone retrograde from Nov. 6 through 26, so make sure you dot your Is and cross your Ts. Think twice before sending out that email blast, and consult your lawyer before you sign on the dotted line.

Until next week … kisses!