I often think back to the summer nights I spent on the back porch at the cottage my friends rented in Martha's Vineyard. This inviting and relaxing room quickly became the gathering spot for all the girls on our trip.  We deemed it the "Magical Porch," it felt like time stopped when we were sitting out there and nothing could touch us- not even the pesky bugs that came out in droves during the evening.  It wasn't until we left the island and returned to reality that we understood the porch's true magic: