A few days of solitude after Stacey departs. Time to clean house, settle emotionally and physically, and relax into myself once again. Michael arrives on Tuesday, the 18th, and we have a few lovely days before Jake arrives on the 21st. Every morning starts with a stellar breakfast:
Michael and I enjoy the beach in front of the Bohio hotel (just a 10 minute walk further north), and play in the water for quite a while. I really love watching Michael move his body like a dolphin through the water. Not much to look at through our masks, but we do spot a nudibranch stuck to a large fan at the sea floor.
He gets right into the swing of things, not straining himself too much:
We head out on our bikes Thursday afternoon for a one-tank dive; Michael hasn’t been 60 feet under since the summer of 2007, when we were in Palau, and I want him to get the feel again before we’re in for a two-tank morning.
Afternoons walking on our beautiful beach (and, OMG, I will no longer dis anyone who thinks Michael and Matt look like each other. It is so totally obvious in this particular picture):
And a trip down the road to the fisherman’s market yields 4 lobster tails (3 1/2 pounds worth! these guys will just NOT sell less than 2 pounds). We come home to cook and devour:
How much lobster does that make, you ask? Enough for both of us to be stuffed, and for Michael to have lobster rolls the next two days, and STILL have to freeze some for another day!
A lovely sunset:
and one morning I leave the boy to go around and try to get good flamingo pictures. It’s high tide! I forgot to take that into account. I wade out up to my crotch, holding the camera high, but no matter how I yell at those birds, they just look around. Planning to go back another day at low tide so I can walk all the way out and “encourage” them to fly off (they circle and then return to the same spot. just thing of the photo possibilities!):
And more action (or lack thereof) in everyone’s favorite quiet place:
