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I am back from my holiday in the Caribbean. It was a lovely time.
I missed blogging. I hope to ‘stop by’ this evening and get up to date on everyone’s lives.I am rather tired; there is unpacking to do…..
So here are the highlights of my trip –
We had a malfunction of our camera so we have absolutely no pictures! We relied on DougT of Gossamer Tapestry so please visit his blog for some photos. In between the bugs and the birds you may see photos of us. Later, when he sends me some via email, I can post a few.
First of all I want to clarify there were no bright blue tarantulas Rodger, so go suck your lemons.
Second, nobody pushed anybody into a volcano or off a cliff etc.
It was a very active trip – what with hiking on Dominica, kayaking in Grenada, and walking everywhere else.
For the first time ever I swung on a trapeze! This was off the starboard bow of a 1924 sailboat into the waters off of Aruba. I could not pass it up the invitation: the instructor was such as nice young man. He had double pierced nipples, so there was talk.
We went to St. Martin, Dominica, Grenada, Bonaire, and Aruba. St. Martin has a nude beach. Cell phones and cameras are not allowed but considering the average age of a nudist is ~ 75 years old and they are quite out of shape doesn’t inspire photography. The best part of the trip was snorkeling off of Aruba. The water there is very clear and blue. The worse part of the trip; we missed our boat to go on a pirate ride. Nothing disappoints so much as dashed hopes of being at the mercy of pirates.
Being at sea always soothes me; on the day we were entirely at sea I slept nearly 18 hours.
We met some fine fellows; a man from L.A and a couple from Salt Lake City were very good company. We hope to stay in touch.
Before dinner our tour group met for cocktails – I had something called a ‘dirty martini’. It was rather delicious and I hope to have another some day – but not for many months. I had quite enough booze for a while.
Due to the tropical sun, I am as dark as a native. Someone is quite pink.
Tomorrow it is back to the salt mines . . . . . . . . .
