The next morning, I woke up and looked down on our front yard
overlooking the sea
and then went down to the sea to see what our house looked like
as Suzanne came down
and we headed off for a walk sans camera. On our return, Seva was on the porch
and after looking at the path to the sea
we went inside where we recorded the leg situations
as Suzanne had her coffee
with Peter
and my coffee
and Fiber One bar
accompanied the water
that propelled Peter to organize the kayak
so that he and Suzanne could work their way
to Owen Island
and then work their way back
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where they disembarked.
After preparations, we embarked towards the north shore and Jackson's Point. Along my walk I ran into an Iguana crossing
but there were none along the road
and then I came to the crossroads
and the historic anchorage
and as I was reading the signs about the preserved area
and the rules for greenness
I saw bicycles approaching from the distance
and there appeared Seva
and Suzanne
and so we made our way down the path
to the sculpture
and on to the beach where we found the private bench
and this housing advertisement
for what would be our first palapa.
We looked out at the beach
and noticed a diving boat in the distance
from which a diver was emerging
as others watched
and then Peter gave directions to the person we met on the beach
and we gathered artifacts of the coral
before settling in to lunch
as the others snorkeled out
under our watchful gaze.
Peter and Seva went into the water
as I said good bye to the beach
and began my walk back catching a license plate
and a stop sign
before reaching home
where we settled in for drinks
and then watched the sun set
and darkness rise
until Martha arrived
to take us to Pirates Point
where we were served dinner -- vegetarian
and not
before recording our dinner companions Walt and Denise from Eau Claire, Wisconsin (he a retired cop after 35 years).
Dessert was served
and we admired the various sculptures that had been made from found objects before heading back and calling it a night.
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