Sadly, it was our last day. Happily, my camera was working and even more happily, the views were good except for the dark one and I was able to explore all around the house and the pool chairs and various shots of the kitchen

including memorabilia collected (and left) and the iguana on the wall and many views of the property in various directions

before Suzanne emerged and though the pictures continued (because they could) I saw Suzanne we focused on breakfast at the picnic table and Peter had this view as Suzanne looked out on the pool and I looked at my book before we began the walk across the neighbors' properties to the big rut in the road

to and across the big puddle with the view in the distance until with our final steps we made it to the parking lot and looked out at the beach directly and indirectly before recording the story of the protected turtles and making our way down the beach to this resting place from which we could see Mother and Child down the beach and the beauty of the water and sand as I admired all that was there and regretted that our vacation was in its final hours as the beach mother and child water and clouds and mostly a camera that would let me take a picture at all and especially a picture of the mother and child down the beach brought me joy even as the sailboat drifted and the waves broke beneath the beautiful sky as Peter stood beneath the tame clouds and mother and child brought Suzannne Seva and Peter forth from the water under the cooperative sky as we saw our house in the distance and made our way up the hill to the house and prepared for our departure but not before recording this totem that we left for others.

Our way to the airport was met with twin desires -- pictures of Peter taking the garbage to the town dump

and pictures of the local cemetery though it didn't dawn on us that we would then see a funeral procession which must have involved all of the towns people. This brought us to the airport where we saw the air lines including Air Flamenco which would rescue us as Suzanne and Seva were more relaxed than they would have been it they realized that the empty airport with the roosters outside might be our home for the night which while it might have provided another chance to go to the restaurants where my camera didn't work and to learn even more about turtles would not have been as pleasant as getting on this backup plane and having remarkable views of the coastline as we flew off

and over Zoni Beach and its neighbors and on to Flamenco Beach before passing over the Caribbean

on our way to the big island where we saw the landing strip from on high

and made our way past the cruise ship to a safe landing so that we could get onto the next flight with these nice tokens from Peter though the served meal did not match what we had brought (including the bread from the sketchy bakery) and Suzanne's wine was better than Susie's though my rum and diet coke did not measure up to what I had become accustomed to and after admiring the can we realized that diets be damned and ended our vacation with some nuts.