The flight was uneventful except for the fact that I must have been harboring a sinus infection because as the plane went into it's decent I got a searing pain in my ear and felt like screaming, being sure the eardrum was going to burst. Luckily I keep a magic stone in my denim jacket and quickly applied it to the back of my ear with some gentle pressure. The pain became bearable and then there was only the dread of the connecting flight to deal with. Repeat performance. It was all forgotten hours later as I sat on the balconey of the Fontainbleau Hotel watching feathery dolphin like waves race to the beach in the turquoise water, clouds floating overhead and palm trees quivering under the warm setting sun. Later we had dinner at a Chinese restaurant that was fancier than anything we experienced in quite some time, and Gerry and I giggled and joked in our romantic corner booth like two courting teens.
Today it was all about the beach, which unlike the Jersey Shore where you flop down on an old blanket and bake in the sun, there were real cabana boys who set covers on recliners that already have umbrellas shading them, and give you towels, and ask for your beverage orders. We came prepared with a quart of water and our books, feeling very spoiled just sitting there reading for hours. Of course we went swimming, and as usual we were the only two far out in the water (which was over our heads) and paddled around without a worry in the world. Sharks? Who cares. This is paradise and nothing is going to spoil our fun!
Flying north Wednesday. Eurovan arrives Friday. True Astral Nomad adventure begins shortly thereafter. Yabba-Dabba-Doo!
Is it time for carrots yet? I really like carrots.
-Otis Redding Rabbit