. . . . 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! 
