|I love this boat!|
|This classic beauty was coming in as we were heading out|
|Hello, St. Thomas!|
|Just a little place|
|The clouds were gorgeous|
|The geology of Culebra is varied and fascinating|
|I missed the exact moment these two sailboats on either side of this islet |
looked like the hats worn by the flying monkeys in The Wizard of Oz.
|I noticed the line. Ann denoted the pyramid of Culebra.|
I don't know where the door is.
|This plane flew over us a couple of times.|
If you were outside around here, you probably saw it,
huge, gray, low.
|Hello, big island!|
|Kayaking snorkelers. I hope they all saw beautiful things,|
stepped on no corals and fed no turtles.
|I've never seen so many boats in this harbor. Party time!|
|Love these rock formations|
|And these too.|
|We came in right behind Buddy John, who built and|
sails one of the prettiest and fastest trio's ever.
|This may be a common sight, but I've never seen so many pomegranates|
on a tree before. They look beautiful but I forgot to take one home to taste it.
Word is, they are as delicious as they are beautiful.
|Are these the same two sailboats we saw earlier?|
I don't think so but they looked very serene, gently going down the way.
|At last it was good night to Sunday Funday.|
Off my bucket list is my first trip from town back to the houseboat in the dark. The universe continues its kindness, with literally glass like waters. Without the moon it was dark and the flashlight needed a few hundred more lumens to be much use, but the possible obstacles were firmly in place in my head and nobody moved the chess pieces. Going about as slow as possible just in case I was wrong was not a bother at all; the stars were spilling out all over the sky, winking and blinking and mesmerizing, the water so still they were reflected on its surface.
Home. That's a good word.
Have a make it all matter Monday. Do something mile-stone like.