Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Beach Walk

How could I not want to do a "beach walk" every morning?  Fresh air, sunshine and the music provided by Mother Nature.  I NEVER listened to any of my music while on vacation because there was no need.  I simply emptied my head.


Enjoying the morning sun, wild parakeets sang as I passed beneath the trees on the way to the beach.








My early morning "beach walks" often introduced me to these cuties.  Could they be Ruddy turnstones?






Walking under the trees, the Bare-eyed pigeons perched as I passed beneath.

Each and every morning, I would see one particular Little Green Heron fishing outside the perimeter of our hotel.


just seeing, saying, and sharing...

Beach Walk

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Tuesday, April 17, 2018

The Fifth Day

Day five of our vacation, I was apprehensive about making my morning coffee because of what had happened the first four days.  Oh, that's right, I haven't told you...

The morning after we arrived, as the Pres snored loudly, I tiptoed across the cold ceramic tiled flooring to the counter where the coffee maker was and "hit the button."  Preparing the pot the night before, I thought that this would be the most efficient and quietest way to make my brew.

While the pot gurgled, I put on sun screen, my bathing suit and completed my morning outfit with my shorts and a sleeveless top over it.  As I approached the coffee pot, I saw that the water sitting in the pot resembled pale, washed out urine.  By the light of the bathroom door ajar, I then began to investigate.  Ahhhhhh...all the water was still stuck in the filter basket with the pod of coffee floating in it.  Glad to have at least found the brew, I carefully lifted the full filter basket out and poured my coffee from there, pouring the urine colored water down the drain.  That was DAY 1.

Day 2 wasn't much better, although the Pres had told me the reason was that I didn't have the handle of the basket in the right position.  Positioning the handle the night before, he assured me it would result in a savory cup of brew the following morning.  WRONG.  There I was again pouring coffee from the filter basket.

Day 3 was worse.  That morning, after asking for a different coffee pot, I once again hit the button.  Much to my surprise when I exited the bathroom after dressing and slathering on sunscreen, there before me was dark brown water.  Removing the pot from the burner, and positioning it over my cup, I began to pour only discover that the lid was BROKEN.  It flew off as I pressed down with my thumb, causing the coffee to spill all over the counter and back-splash.  Not good.

Day 4.  This time I would be ready, knowing that the lid was broken.  Yet when I emerged from the bathroom, there was pale, urine sitting in the pot.  The pod sat in the filter basket alone.  I dumped the water and poured fresh water into the machine, hoping to re-use the pod.  The result wasn't the best but it was drinkable.

Day 5.  It worked and I got a cup of coffee.

And now for my early morning walk...







just seeing, saying, and sharing...

The Fifth Day

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