Next morning, there were clouds and the NYTimes also brought cloudy news to Suzanne's chagrin as the breakfast room filled up possibly amused by my cereal or her fruit or my fruit and cheese or Suzanne's food that we all managed to finish. The palm tree in front of our room still had its coconut and the design on our porch fit into my reading selection as Suzanne gathered together the snorkeling gear and posed for some frog person pictures including flippers as we made our way to the beach where the shade looked good and a bird came to see its dead brother

who had had a rough night. The sky had some clouds but we still gathered a conch which was alive so Suzanne put it back and then we made our way back to our local basketball court in the rain.

Suzanne got an umbrella and we walked past the beach to follow the trail as Suzanne led the way through the signage past the donkeys into the jungle where we admired my feet before sighting the town of Cruz Bay with the sign pointing back the way we came and the clouds over the bay as we captured a few views of the city before noting the law and going into Mongoose Junction for the obligatory phone booth picture and the road sign that marked Suzanne's way past the statue and the last shop before we settled in for dinner and Suzanne posed so that our picture could be taken by our neighbors who were staying at the Westin to celebrate their 20th wedding anniversary. After the pina colada, Suzanne had salad and I had gazpacho which was too dark to see as the salmon came for Suzanne and I got my portobello prepared in interesting fashion, open faced with barbecue sauce. Against all better judgment, we had this pie a la mode and then found our way back home.