day 1, we are here. I have acomplished almost all my goals of vacation- laid in the sun, swam in the pool and the ocean, played with our house’s parrots, taken a bazillion photos of lizards that sun themselves on the cement wall, chased the iguana that suns itself on the other wall, taken a bazillion pictures of the dead sea turtle on the beach, and had a few beers with lime while eaten squeaky cheese. Life is grand and all of this will be repeated tomorrow.
So why am I here? I am here because I want to be and I get to do what I want on vacation. Also- I have finished 500 pages of a trashy romance novel and I need a break.
I miss Portland. I do not miss waiting for the shuttle in economy parking in Philly in 20 degree weather while my toes frooze because I insisted on wearing sandals. At least I was smart enough to wear my down jacket.