Gromit's S.S. Scatterbrained Trip Report - Day 7
Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:22 pm
Again, pics for this day are limited so see Vicki's TR for photos....
December 14
We awoke in Little Harbor and headed for STJ. Again, this morning seemed like a blur to me. Maybe there was bacon involved, maybe not. Who knows?
We were all excited to be heading to our Happy Place!!
Apparently there’s a lot involved with STJ customs, more so than a landlubber like me ever realized.
See, you can’t actually moor up or anchor in Cruz Bay until AFTER you’ve cleared customs. Of course in order to clear customs you have to anchor or moor up SOMEWHERE. SO apparently there is a trick to this that involves getting as many people off the boat as possible and dropping them off in Cruz Bay and then heading back to the boat with a skeleton crew to anchor or moor up at Caneel Bay and then take the Dinghy back around to Cruz Bay with the rest of the crew. UGH!!
Seriously customs people, can we not come up with a better way to do this? Seriously? We have billions of dollars going to homeland security and no one has taken like 30 seconds to think this thing through?
Oh and don’t get me started on the damn ugly fence at the ferry dock. What a joke. It’s like an SNL sketch …
“oooohhhh I can’t get around look at this giant ugly imposing fence! I am afraid! Oh. Wait a minute, I can just swim to the beach and walk right in….”
Freakin’ bureaucracy and their security theater are killing me.
Did we go straight to customs? In a direct affront to THE MAN... Hell NO!
Vicki and I posed in front of the STJ Spice cam and called Flip Flop to let her know that we were still alive.
THEN did we go straight to customs? HELL NO!
We went straight up the stairs to STJ spice to visit the first lady of STJ and give her a big fat hug in her nicely air conditioned establishment.
We must have been a sight! We were ruffled and weathered and only slightly sober but as long as you can make it up those stairs Ruth will let you in and act like she’s thrilled to see you.
Vicki and I stood there swaying together. It was our effort to feel comfortable on land. For some reason if you try to stand still after several days on the boat the world moves around you. But if you move then the world stands still. It’s sort of the same feeling you get after a day of ice skating for an afternoon.
We regaled Ruth and Ron with the antics aboard Island Sister and they laughed and giggled along with us. We had a few fun photo ops in the store.
Other folks were probably staring and wondering who the hell we were but we didn’t care.
Then, OUT came the CHICKEN HAT! It’s become a birthday tradition apparently and I feel privileged to have become part of said tradition.
That picture of me on Vicki’s TR is horrendous but it was all in good fun and not nearly as bad as say, a forumite dancing around in a grass skirt and coconut bra… just sayin’.
I dropped a chunk of change on STJ Calendars, Cruz Bay Gill rub and a few other items. I even took some time to sell about $100 worth of Grill Rub to some customers looking confused.
After they thanked me profusely for the guidance Ron practically offered me a job. Hey for free room and board in that new place you’re building I might consider it!
I stuffed my booty into my backpack and we all headed downstairs to meet up with Mr. ScubaGirl and Mr. Vicki and we were FINALLY off to customs to see THE MAN.
Of course as we’re headed to customs I start to consider that it might not look too good to walk INTO customs with a backpack full of items JUST purchased at STJ Spice. Ummm yeah. I figured it was too late to worry about it and decided just to deal with it if it became an issue.
Customs went pretty smoothly and they didn’t ask to see or X-ray my bag upon leaving. I guess I look trustworthy like that. MWAHHHHHAHAHAHHAHAH!
Tip for customs, people: Hats off, sunglasses off, shoes and clothes on. Any deviation is not appreciated.
After running the customs gauntlet and avoiding arrest for violating section 93.645.736 1/2 of the Patriot Act for shopping prior to clearing customs, we decided to split up for the day and meet back in town later to take a cab to Francis and meet the boat.
So Mr. Gromit and I headed to Deli Grotto for some lunch followed by shopping at Mongoose Junction.
Lunch at Deli Grotto was great—as usual—but reminder to folks they ONLY take cash.
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We had forgotten this and there we were like two homeless people counting our change in our pockets to come up with the cash for lunch (I knew I should have stopped at the ATM!!)
After lunch we wandered around Mongoose Junction and headed straight to my favorite shopping spot: Caravan Gallery. They sell really fun jewelry for very reasonable prices. We purchased several items for gifts (necklaces and pedants for various mothers and dog sitters) and of course I did some shopping for me! If you have never stopped in here, you really should it’s a GREAT little spot.
We then hit Big Planet to look around for other gift items. I found this adorable Roxy backpack-that-turns-into-a-towel. It sort of looks like this: h[url]ttp://www.swimoutlet.com/product_p/15753.htm[/url] except mine is hot pink and white with yellow straps. LOVE IT!
We were headed to the ATM to get some cash when I spotted Les (Pia’s hubby) coming out of his office. LES!!!
We crossed the street and chatted him up for a bit and before long Pia joined us. PIA!!!!!!
It wasn’t until that moment that I realized how much I had missed Pia. And believe me, Pia is not to be missed! We told her about the trip so far and arranged to get together out at Francis the next day.
I knew that folks would be eager to see her and hang out, as would I! So with hugs all around we parted ways and off we headed to get some cash and meet up with everyone at the Beach Bar for drinks and a taxi out to Francis.
Mr. ScubaGirl had gone ahead and moved the boat from Caneel to our Mooring for that night. Thanks Mr. ScubaGirl!!
We also had plans to have drinks up at Sunnyledge with the owners that night. So we grabbed a quick drink at the BB and met up with Vicki and and Mr. Vicki. Then we grabbed a cab to Francis.
It was the first time I had been in a cab on STJ in more than 13 years! WEIRD! Spotted the new entrance to Jumbie on the ride and we just chatted about our day on the way.
Once we arrived at Francis we radioed the boat and Mr.ScubaGirl came out to meet us. We headed back to boat to get ready to head up to Sunnyledge, which we could see from our mooring on Francis. It’s a lovely little house.
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I had picked up a present for ScubaGirl at Caravan Gallery and presented it to her along with a hug thanking her for such a great trip thus far.
The sun was beginning to set and it was time to head back to shore.
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Mr. ScubaGirl graciously agreed to dinghy us in. Vicki, Matt and Scuba Girl went first and waited on shore. Where they apparently began to be eaten alive (good thing I carry Bens Bug Spray in my big backpack full of crap, huh?).
As Mr. Gromit and I approached shore in the Dinghy Mr. ScubaGirl told me to not worry about my backpack and to just get out and then he would hand me my backpack after I was out of the boat.
Bear in mind that this was only the second time getting into or out of the dinghy from shore—a WHOLE different process than from a dock or the boat.
I never really got a briefing of what to do or not to do and if I did I honestly don’t remember getting one (which is ENTIRELY possible).
Anyway as we approached the beach I saw my chance and did as I was told, I got out of the boat and a quick glance back gave me an opportunity to grab my backpack.
I was cleanly away from the dinghy, had my bag and was actually on my own two feet and not soaked! It was a CLEAN dismount, ranking at least a 9.0 on a scale of 1-10. I spun around and was about to do my victory dance (similar to the one that Vicki does, but with a bigger ass) when I saw Mr. ScubaGirl rising from the water with an unmanned dinghy upside down next to him.
He. Was.Not. Happy.
As I approached to assist he said, “I told you not to get out of the boat.”
Now, I will insist to my last dying day that was not the case because I had tried diligently (being the greenhorn that I am to this stuff) that I did exactly as I was told. But then again I wasn’t the one soaking wet, so I began to apologize profusely.
I seriously felt bad and was just glad that no one got hurt.
I never saw the rogue wave that pushed him sideways and flipped him over or maybe it was my fat ass throwing the balance of the boat all off kilter as I dismounted. Who knows? But I honestly felt awful!
After getting Mr. ScubaGirl put back together and righting the dinghy we were all pretty much soaked and ScubaGirl had been half eaten by mosquitoes (I handed her some Bens and she was good after that).
ScubaGirl, Vicki, Mr. Vicki, Mr. Gromit and myself we the only ones going and even if he had planned on going with us MR. ScubaGirl couldn’t have due to the fact that he was soaked to the bone!
Mr. Sunnyledge (names have been changed to protect the innocent) had arrived to take us up to Vicki’s home away from home.
After a short drive up the hill we were welcomed with open arms by Mrs. Sunnyledge and offered something to drink.
There were several kinds of rum and mixers I the fridge. In this case Coke. Vicki, not wanting to be rude and take all their soda, mixed four large glasses of rum over ice and divided one can of coke amongst the four large glasses.
We call this Rum with a splash of Coke. It’s now the Sunnyledge special.
I took one sip, and even after the alcohol conditioning of the previous several days, I thought I was going to die.
I looked at her like, “Seriously Vicki?” and tried desperately not to snort rum through my nose as I stifled a giggle.
NO ONE should let her mix drinks. Ever.
EVER.
E-V-E-R.
That girl is dangerous behind the bar.
After I few minutes I felt something on my cheek and tried to brush it away. Turns out it was the floor.
After picking myself back up, Mrs. Sunnyledge gave us a tour of their lovely home. It was truly a labor of love for them and they take great pride in their home.
Everything at Sunnyledge is perfectly appointed and each of the three equal bedrooms has its own bathroom. There’s lots of gorgeous deck space and plenty of comfortable furniture to sit on inside and out. The kitchen is also gorgeous and well appointed. Everything in the place is like-new.
As it turns out this was ScubGirls FIRST TIME IN A VILLA ON STJ. She has always done boat trips and never rented a house. I think she liked what she saw and we started seriously considering the ideas of a girls trip down in the future.
After the tour, we sat out on the deck to watch the sun set, nosh on crackers and dip (a yummy combo of cream cheese, corned beef and horseradish) and our rum with a splash of Coke.
Mr and Mrs. Sunnyledge began to tell stories about building the house and all the antics they have witnessed on the boats moored out on Francis. Apparently boat people like to be naked on their boats ... A LOT. Gives new meaning to those “Sail Naked” shirts I spotted in the BVI.
We spent a lovely evening chatting and getting to know one another. Mr. and Mrs. Sunnyledge are perhaps THE MOST DELIGHTFUL PEOPLE in the world. They are kind and laid back and absolutely hilarious. They clearly love their life on STJ and wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. To them finding STJ was like Kismet. Meant to be. Destiny. And they don’t take that kind of Karma for granted. They spread it around to everyone they meet.
We will definitely consider a stay at Sunnyledge in future and can only hope that we are lucky enough to meet these two amazing people again very, very soon.
After drinks we headed back to Francis and Mr. ScubaGirl was kind enough to come back and retrieve us. He was dry again and I was hoping that he would stay that way.
Fortunately our return to Island Sister was uneventful, although I admit to thinking that at any minute Mr. ScubaGirl would gun the engine and simultaneously elbow me in the face, thus pitching me overboard backwards -- ass over elbows... but he didn’t. Thank you Mr.ScubaGirl for not indulging in your fantasies of revenge.
We headed back to the boat and I think that Taco Salad was somehow involved (or was it steak?) I have no idea. I had just had an entire glass of rum with just a splash of rum. I was lucky to be feeling my face at that point. I just know that the evening passed uneventfully. I was back in my happy place and had just spent another evening with some great people.
Part of what I love about coming to STJ is the people. If you come here often enough people really start to accept you and if you take the time to just sit still for a while and talk to them you can have some amazing conversations.
There are still a few people I would really like to sit down and have a chat with, Gerald Singer and Captain Fatty Goodlander and Guy Bejamin are three that I would love to buy a drink or a burger or whatever. Hell I'd paint their house if they'd just sit with me and start talking.
I love to hear how people came to be in or to find this very special place. I have about every book written on the history of STJ and love to hear the old stories about the way things were and the feeling of community on the island.
To me, hearing people’s stories is never a waste of time. It’s a way to pass the time -- and a good one at that.
We sat topside for a while after dinner and had fun feeding the Tarpon again. I went down below to read and relax for a while.
With our trip nearing the end I tried to push back the thoughts of the days to come and having to get back into my work routine.
Each time I get better at being more present for my vacation, rather than stressing about the next day. I have found that this gets easier each time. I guess another lesson gleaned with age.
Live in the moment. Love who you are right now. But never stop looking around the next corner, because you never know what surprise lurks there.
Despite the dinghy disaster earlier in the day, I was finally getting comfortable on the boat.
Yep. I could definitely get used to this.
December 14
We awoke in Little Harbor and headed for STJ. Again, this morning seemed like a blur to me. Maybe there was bacon involved, maybe not. Who knows?
We were all excited to be heading to our Happy Place!!
Apparently there’s a lot involved with STJ customs, more so than a landlubber like me ever realized.
See, you can’t actually moor up or anchor in Cruz Bay until AFTER you’ve cleared customs. Of course in order to clear customs you have to anchor or moor up SOMEWHERE. SO apparently there is a trick to this that involves getting as many people off the boat as possible and dropping them off in Cruz Bay and then heading back to the boat with a skeleton crew to anchor or moor up at Caneel Bay and then take the Dinghy back around to Cruz Bay with the rest of the crew. UGH!!
Seriously customs people, can we not come up with a better way to do this? Seriously? We have billions of dollars going to homeland security and no one has taken like 30 seconds to think this thing through?
Oh and don’t get me started on the damn ugly fence at the ferry dock. What a joke. It’s like an SNL sketch …
“oooohhhh I can’t get around look at this giant ugly imposing fence! I am afraid! Oh. Wait a minute, I can just swim to the beach and walk right in….”
Freakin’ bureaucracy and their security theater are killing me.
Did we go straight to customs? In a direct affront to THE MAN... Hell NO!
Vicki and I posed in front of the STJ Spice cam and called Flip Flop to let her know that we were still alive.
THEN did we go straight to customs? HELL NO!
We went straight up the stairs to STJ spice to visit the first lady of STJ and give her a big fat hug in her nicely air conditioned establishment.
We must have been a sight! We were ruffled and weathered and only slightly sober but as long as you can make it up those stairs Ruth will let you in and act like she’s thrilled to see you.
Vicki and I stood there swaying together. It was our effort to feel comfortable on land. For some reason if you try to stand still after several days on the boat the world moves around you. But if you move then the world stands still. It’s sort of the same feeling you get after a day of ice skating for an afternoon.
We regaled Ruth and Ron with the antics aboard Island Sister and they laughed and giggled along with us. We had a few fun photo ops in the store.
Other folks were probably staring and wondering who the hell we were but we didn’t care.
Then, OUT came the CHICKEN HAT! It’s become a birthday tradition apparently and I feel privileged to have become part of said tradition.
That picture of me on Vicki’s TR is horrendous but it was all in good fun and not nearly as bad as say, a forumite dancing around in a grass skirt and coconut bra… just sayin’.
I dropped a chunk of change on STJ Calendars, Cruz Bay Gill rub and a few other items. I even took some time to sell about $100 worth of Grill Rub to some customers looking confused.
After they thanked me profusely for the guidance Ron practically offered me a job. Hey for free room and board in that new place you’re building I might consider it!
I stuffed my booty into my backpack and we all headed downstairs to meet up with Mr. ScubaGirl and Mr. Vicki and we were FINALLY off to customs to see THE MAN.
Of course as we’re headed to customs I start to consider that it might not look too good to walk INTO customs with a backpack full of items JUST purchased at STJ Spice. Ummm yeah. I figured it was too late to worry about it and decided just to deal with it if it became an issue.
Customs went pretty smoothly and they didn’t ask to see or X-ray my bag upon leaving. I guess I look trustworthy like that. MWAHHHHHAHAHAHHAHAH!
Tip for customs, people: Hats off, sunglasses off, shoes and clothes on. Any deviation is not appreciated.
After running the customs gauntlet and avoiding arrest for violating section 93.645.736 1/2 of the Patriot Act for shopping prior to clearing customs, we decided to split up for the day and meet back in town later to take a cab to Francis and meet the boat.
So Mr. Gromit and I headed to Deli Grotto for some lunch followed by shopping at Mongoose Junction.
Lunch at Deli Grotto was great—as usual—but reminder to folks they ONLY take cash.
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4N ... site"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI4Y ... 8.JPG"></a>
We had forgotten this and there we were like two homeless people counting our change in our pockets to come up with the cash for lunch (I knew I should have stopped at the ATM!!)
After lunch we wandered around Mongoose Junction and headed straight to my favorite shopping spot: Caravan Gallery. They sell really fun jewelry for very reasonable prices. We purchased several items for gifts (necklaces and pedants for various mothers and dog sitters) and of course I did some shopping for me! If you have never stopped in here, you really should it’s a GREAT little spot.
We then hit Big Planet to look around for other gift items. I found this adorable Roxy backpack-that-turns-into-a-towel. It sort of looks like this: h[url]ttp://www.swimoutlet.com/product_p/15753.htm[/url] except mine is hot pink and white with yellow straps. LOVE IT!
We were headed to the ATM to get some cash when I spotted Les (Pia’s hubby) coming out of his office. LES!!!
We crossed the street and chatted him up for a bit and before long Pia joined us. PIA!!!!!!
It wasn’t until that moment that I realized how much I had missed Pia. And believe me, Pia is not to be missed! We told her about the trip so far and arranged to get together out at Francis the next day.
I knew that folks would be eager to see her and hang out, as would I! So with hugs all around we parted ways and off we headed to get some cash and meet up with everyone at the Beach Bar for drinks and a taxi out to Francis.
Mr. ScubaGirl had gone ahead and moved the boat from Caneel to our Mooring for that night. Thanks Mr. ScubaGirl!!
We also had plans to have drinks up at Sunnyledge with the owners that night. So we grabbed a quick drink at the BB and met up with Vicki and and Mr. Vicki. Then we grabbed a cab to Francis.
It was the first time I had been in a cab on STJ in more than 13 years! WEIRD! Spotted the new entrance to Jumbie on the ride and we just chatted about our day on the way.
Once we arrived at Francis we radioed the boat and Mr.ScubaGirl came out to meet us. We headed back to boat to get ready to head up to Sunnyledge, which we could see from our mooring on Francis. It’s a lovely little house.
<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XN ... site"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4ypwZiy7vU8/SzI4b ... 1.JPG"></a>
I had picked up a present for ScubaGirl at Caravan Gallery and presented it to her along with a hug thanking her for such a great trip thus far.
The sun was beginning to set and it was time to head back to shore.
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Mr. ScubaGirl graciously agreed to dinghy us in. Vicki, Matt and Scuba Girl went first and waited on shore. Where they apparently began to be eaten alive (good thing I carry Bens Bug Spray in my big backpack full of crap, huh?).
As Mr. Gromit and I approached shore in the Dinghy Mr. ScubaGirl told me to not worry about my backpack and to just get out and then he would hand me my backpack after I was out of the boat.
Bear in mind that this was only the second time getting into or out of the dinghy from shore—a WHOLE different process than from a dock or the boat.
I never really got a briefing of what to do or not to do and if I did I honestly don’t remember getting one (which is ENTIRELY possible).
Anyway as we approached the beach I saw my chance and did as I was told, I got out of the boat and a quick glance back gave me an opportunity to grab my backpack.
I was cleanly away from the dinghy, had my bag and was actually on my own two feet and not soaked! It was a CLEAN dismount, ranking at least a 9.0 on a scale of 1-10. I spun around and was about to do my victory dance (similar to the one that Vicki does, but with a bigger ass) when I saw Mr. ScubaGirl rising from the water with an unmanned dinghy upside down next to him.
He. Was.Not. Happy.
As I approached to assist he said, “I told you not to get out of the boat.”
Now, I will insist to my last dying day that was not the case because I had tried diligently (being the greenhorn that I am to this stuff) that I did exactly as I was told. But then again I wasn’t the one soaking wet, so I began to apologize profusely.
I seriously felt bad and was just glad that no one got hurt.
I never saw the rogue wave that pushed him sideways and flipped him over or maybe it was my fat ass throwing the balance of the boat all off kilter as I dismounted. Who knows? But I honestly felt awful!
After getting Mr. ScubaGirl put back together and righting the dinghy we were all pretty much soaked and ScubaGirl had been half eaten by mosquitoes (I handed her some Bens and she was good after that).
ScubaGirl, Vicki, Mr. Vicki, Mr. Gromit and myself we the only ones going and even if he had planned on going with us MR. ScubaGirl couldn’t have due to the fact that he was soaked to the bone!
Mr. Sunnyledge (names have been changed to protect the innocent) had arrived to take us up to Vicki’s home away from home.
After a short drive up the hill we were welcomed with open arms by Mrs. Sunnyledge and offered something to drink.
There were several kinds of rum and mixers I the fridge. In this case Coke. Vicki, not wanting to be rude and take all their soda, mixed four large glasses of rum over ice and divided one can of coke amongst the four large glasses.
We call this Rum with a splash of Coke. It’s now the Sunnyledge special.
I took one sip, and even after the alcohol conditioning of the previous several days, I thought I was going to die.
I looked at her like, “Seriously Vicki?” and tried desperately not to snort rum through my nose as I stifled a giggle.
NO ONE should let her mix drinks. Ever.
EVER.
E-V-E-R.
That girl is dangerous behind the bar.
After I few minutes I felt something on my cheek and tried to brush it away. Turns out it was the floor.
After picking myself back up, Mrs. Sunnyledge gave us a tour of their lovely home. It was truly a labor of love for them and they take great pride in their home.
Everything at Sunnyledge is perfectly appointed and each of the three equal bedrooms has its own bathroom. There’s lots of gorgeous deck space and plenty of comfortable furniture to sit on inside and out. The kitchen is also gorgeous and well appointed. Everything in the place is like-new.
As it turns out this was ScubGirls FIRST TIME IN A VILLA ON STJ. She has always done boat trips and never rented a house. I think she liked what she saw and we started seriously considering the ideas of a girls trip down in the future.
After the tour, we sat out on the deck to watch the sun set, nosh on crackers and dip (a yummy combo of cream cheese, corned beef and horseradish) and our rum with a splash of Coke.
Mr and Mrs. Sunnyledge began to tell stories about building the house and all the antics they have witnessed on the boats moored out on Francis. Apparently boat people like to be naked on their boats ... A LOT. Gives new meaning to those “Sail Naked” shirts I spotted in the BVI.
We spent a lovely evening chatting and getting to know one another. Mr. and Mrs. Sunnyledge are perhaps THE MOST DELIGHTFUL PEOPLE in the world. They are kind and laid back and absolutely hilarious. They clearly love their life on STJ and wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. To them finding STJ was like Kismet. Meant to be. Destiny. And they don’t take that kind of Karma for granted. They spread it around to everyone they meet.
We will definitely consider a stay at Sunnyledge in future and can only hope that we are lucky enough to meet these two amazing people again very, very soon.
After drinks we headed back to Francis and Mr. ScubaGirl was kind enough to come back and retrieve us. He was dry again and I was hoping that he would stay that way.
Fortunately our return to Island Sister was uneventful, although I admit to thinking that at any minute Mr. ScubaGirl would gun the engine and simultaneously elbow me in the face, thus pitching me overboard backwards -- ass over elbows... but he didn’t. Thank you Mr.ScubaGirl for not indulging in your fantasies of revenge.
We headed back to the boat and I think that Taco Salad was somehow involved (or was it steak?) I have no idea. I had just had an entire glass of rum with just a splash of rum. I was lucky to be feeling my face at that point. I just know that the evening passed uneventfully. I was back in my happy place and had just spent another evening with some great people.
Part of what I love about coming to STJ is the people. If you come here often enough people really start to accept you and if you take the time to just sit still for a while and talk to them you can have some amazing conversations.
There are still a few people I would really like to sit down and have a chat with, Gerald Singer and Captain Fatty Goodlander and Guy Bejamin are three that I would love to buy a drink or a burger or whatever. Hell I'd paint their house if they'd just sit with me and start talking.
I love to hear how people came to be in or to find this very special place. I have about every book written on the history of STJ and love to hear the old stories about the way things were and the feeling of community on the island.
To me, hearing people’s stories is never a waste of time. It’s a way to pass the time -- and a good one at that.
We sat topside for a while after dinner and had fun feeding the Tarpon again. I went down below to read and relax for a while.
With our trip nearing the end I tried to push back the thoughts of the days to come and having to get back into my work routine.
Each time I get better at being more present for my vacation, rather than stressing about the next day. I have found that this gets easier each time. I guess another lesson gleaned with age.
Live in the moment. Love who you are right now. But never stop looking around the next corner, because you never know what surprise lurks there.
Despite the dinghy disaster earlier in the day, I was finally getting comfortable on the boat.
Yep. I could definitely get used to this.
Mr and Mrs Sunnyledge are indeed a treat to spend time with. Thanks for getting me in the mood for our 10 day visit. Friday soon come!
