Our final days

It’s started as it does every 6 months.  Peggy is doing a great job at impersonating Wendy Whiner.  “I don’t want to pack up. I don’t want to be an adult.  Why can’t I go spend the whole day playing?”  Here are some miscellaneous photos of our wind-down days.  Ed is missing because he’s being responsible- packing and getting ready for our tenants to move in!

Peggy and  her friend Jodi spent a good part of a day at a resort up north.  For the price of a scrumptious breakfast, they were able to be tourists.  The resort was a building that looked unoccupied for years.  Now it has a wonderful restaurant on the beach, a climbing wall and a nice snorkel area.

Edwin and Marianna came by the other night and said that fresh fish was on at El Farito, his parent’s cocteleria!  Wonderful fish soup with grouper and fried barracuda and wahoo.  We are so spoiled!  Edwin’s father and mother are at the end of the table.  Edwin is across from Peggy and Marianna is next to her. Ed, being responsible, is taking the picture.

Our big buddies are back!  We thought that with the new construction across the street that they must have picked up and moved.  The other day, though, as Peggy and Marianna were sitting on the front porch, this guy came across the street, under our gate, through the lawn and to the top of the wall by the time Ed got our camera.  Cuddly looking isn’t he?

It happens with amazing frequency here that someone sees a need and figures out how to meet it.  If you’re on Facebook, check out Tadeo’s Shoes.  This is a loosely knit group of people brought together by one woman.  She had met a man who for 24 years has been fitting and bringing down prosthetic devices and shoes from the US.   This was a fundraiser breakfast the other day.  Most of us, spent the morning with the tears flowing at the touching stories.  The topper was a 2 year old boy who now has a chance of living his life on his own two feet thanks to these people.

Had to take this picture before Sarah starts charging.  We’ve known Sarah for 10 years.  She and her husband Tommy own a small apartment building a few blocks away.  She took up watercolors 2 years ago and now  her paintings on tee shirts and prints are seemingly all over the island.  Sarah’s dogs come to our gate every day as they walk by.  Al, the black lab, looks as if he must be on steroids and Lily is about the most laid back dog ever.