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
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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.