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| Ruddy duck |
Yesterday I was reminded how beautiful Culebra is, physically and how blessed I am, with friends. And that's as gushy as I'm going to be about that! Except for one thing. Getting a lobster in a bag for my birthday was something that has never happened to me before. I've eaten lobster on my birthday, but not had one handed to me in a bag, fresh off the dock, while at the bar drinking off a surprise tab that Doug called in for me - from Missouri, which was shared. Just goes to show an old doggette can be shown new tricks. Thanks, Molly and Doug, I'm still laughing.
Some of the beauties of Culebra -
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| Flamenco in the morning |
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| I was lucky to catch these girls just as they put on a show |
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| Tamarindo |
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| Tamarindo thataway |
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| Fossil world |
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| On the salt pond (but no flamingo...*sniff*) |
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| Have you heard the Bird? |
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| Melones |
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| Melones birthday presents |
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| From the hills |
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| One of my favorite flamboyants with Luis Pena in the background |
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| Beach boy |
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| Cairn for friends not around here anymore |
And yes, somehow, at the end of the night -which migrated to Susie's - I headed home, fed the waiting cat, cooked the lobster, headed up to House sitting Hill, fed dogs and cats, got the lobster in the fridge and headed to dreamland.The sleeping kind, not the one I live in every day, but especially on my birthday.
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| Thanks, Molly, you wacky chica! |
Have a thankful Thursday! Do something on tiptoe.
