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
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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
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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
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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
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and over Zoni Beach
and its neighbors
and on to Flamenco Beach
before passing over the Caribbean
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on our way to the big island
where we saw the landing strip from on high
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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.
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