we're going home
Usually when we travel, I find that I worry over what will keep us occupied each day -
where we'll go, what we'll be able to fit in to the days we have.
I don't mean really worry, but K and I spend time planning and usually we run the boys around a little too much doing all the things we want to do or think we should.
We don' t usually do tourist-y type things which is sort of sad for Youngest (although he did get his mini golf).
Isn't it scenic?
But on this trip something slowed me down. I mean, obviously, we dealt with some unusual circumstances on this trip. But it was also that we've been here before and we knew we had so many days. Many. Days.
Then, when people started getting sick we just stopped trying to do so much.
Well, most of us did -- K still loves to go exploring - and he did some.
Isn't he fine looking?
Every time he crows Vida says: Dat's a fowl cock.
She's killin me.
We've spent the week trying to guess her middle name.
Starts with an E and ends with an E is all we've got...
The fowl cock is not the only livestock around.
There is a rather large herd of skinny goats across the street, often accompanied by a huge cow.
Three houses down the people appear to raise puppies for a living. We can hear them at dinner time.
Each morning K has walked a couple of blocks to see the sunrise and have a swim.
He doesn't say much but he likes this small ritual very very much.
And I like that he likes it.
We are blessed to be able to come here.