TuTu has been so cuddly today. I think she missed me. She is enjoying the unpacking process - so many bags to play with.
A huge thankyou to DrDave for taking such good care of her.
〓Tracey〓

After yet another sand bath the campers are homeward bound on a jetfoil. Good timing as the rain has set in.

Back to reality well rested and eager to return to this quiet oasis.
〓Tracey〓

Today is Cinco de Mayo…

Or, as Lori once explained to her superstar DJ of a husband: “This is when my people kicked your people’s ass, Frenchy”…

Happy Cinco de Mayo to Lori, Ricardo, Gustavo and every other cool Mexicans out there… Have a dozen margaritas for me…

Jo showing her creative skills.
〓Tracey〓

All the green glass displays were beautiful.
〓Tracey〓

1. “Wow, cool! the dumb guy, whose herb garden I keep trying to destroy, has put some leftover barbecued spicy chicken in a plate on the ground… Better snatch it now, just in case he wants to eat it later…”
2. “Man, that dragging stuff on the ground sure is tedious. Dunno how I’m gonna go over the fence like that… I sure miss that opposable thumb.”
3. “Wait… you mean I can actually put it in my mouth!?! Wow, that’s a nifty trick! Look at me! I’m such a pimp! I can haul food in my mouth…”

How this cat manages to survive in the wild is beyond me.

A decadent addition to camp fare.
〓Tracey〓

We had a great day in celebration. Kristen made some excellent chocolate fudge and we spent the day lolling on the beach. A perfect day.
〓Tracey〓

He brought a box of fruit with him at 7am. All he wanted in return was ‘gasoline’for breakfast. He was satisfied with sake mixed with Jinro.
〓Tracey〓

The definition of cruel is when your friends, over at your house for some lo-key, yet highly inebriated, bbq dinner, drunkenly (and unwittingly) opened that one very special bottle of Piper Heidsieck Special Millesime.

No. Hold on. Cruel is when it turns out they drank but a glass and left a full uncorked bottle sitting there for you to mourn in the morning.

Inhumanly cruel, is when all this takes place in the middle of your shot at reaching ascetic enlightenment, and subsequent self-imposed ban on all forms of alcohol consumption.

If I end up not drinking off that bottle today, I will personally write in a demand for a medal from the British National Temperance League.

[Disclaimer: Sakura-chan (fourth to the right) does not look anywhere that scary with her natural smile on. Actually nobody does...]

“If I was going to be cooked, this is my preferred method!�?

If you were to be cooked, what is your preferred method? For me it is saute.
〓Tracey〓

Too windy for the beach so we spent time at an onsen with a sand bath. AH relaxation!
〓Tracey〓

Seawater, coconut oil and a self-imposed ban on brushing is turning my natural curls into the start of dreds. Camping mon!
〓Tracey〓