A good time was had by all . . . .

. . . . . whether it was at the local market or ...... . . . overlooking the Atlantic or ......

. . . . taking a nap in the shade by the sea or .....

. . . . getting wet feet and pants or ......

. . . visiting our Lamanite brothers and . . .

. . . their children in Carib Territory or . . .

. . . . posing on a mountainside above Castle Bruce or ......

. . . . getting dizzy on winding moutains roads or ......

. . . . being awestruck by a passing schooner far below or .....

. . . . imagining life inside a weathered wooden house held up by posts and braced so it won't fall down or ......

inside a bright green house or ......

. . . . being amazed at rocks growing fungus or .....

. . . . visiting a remote art gallery set within a garden full of cinnamon and bay trees or .....

. . . . watching cruise-ship tourists float a river or .....

. . . . eating Roti outside Melville Hall Airport. It really didn't matter because we were together!