Luckily, there still are places in the world enough untouched to spend a week like Robinson Crusoe--unplugged, unstructured, by the sea. On the Samana Peninsula of the Dominican Republic, I found a small guest house that had space in the back garden to pitch a tent.
Here was the view from my tent! Perched on top of 150' bluff overlooking a pounding sea, the Atlantic Ocean didn't lull me into sleep every night. The last few days were spent under full moon nights. And when a truly big wave would hit the bluff, compressed air would blow through vents in the stone, sounding like a surfacing humpback whale (which I spotted off the coast--they come to the Samana to calve.)
I awoke on my final morning (I'd planned to break camp and catch the "guagua" to town, then a bus back to Santo Domingo) to torrential rains! I dashed around like a madman in a bathing suit, trying to extract all my belongings. It was so over-the-top ludicrous, that I just had to laugh out-loud. All my anxiety about keeping my stuff safe & dry washed away in the rainstorm.
Sometimes "losing control" is the best thing that can happen on a travel. It keeps you real.