Still here

We are still away from home as I write this. My wife is dozing on the balcony of the bungalow we are renting. It overlooks the lagoon. There is a bit of a breeze but it is a warm one and as long as it stays that way I'll let her sleep. We're both a little tan - we spend most of the day out on the beach. After lunch I take her shopping or insist she stay in and get a bit of rest. So far she hasn't objected. I have ways of keeping her entertained.

While a lot of folks are battling high winds and heavy rain and flooding, we have been lucky weather wise. It's mostly a warm sun with temps in the high 70s. Nighttime is mid to high 60s - perfect beach weather. We've had the occasional shower but they are brief and surprisingly warm. We were on the beach when one occurred and Sar was determined to stay outside. That was ok. I think that surprised the imp even more than when we went to bed with the windows wide open.

It didn't take long for her to ingratiate herself with staff that services the hotels, restaurants and tourist boats. Sar's always been curious about everything. Fortunately folks here are a friendly bunch. She's managed to get into a couple of restaurant kitchens and watch them make dishes she likes. A few of the chefs speak French or the Tahitian language and little English but that hasn't stopped Sar. I think they're impressed a vacationing tourist is interested in how some of the dishes are made. The imp's not averse to helping herself to the rich French Valrhona chocolate they use in their desserts. (I gave them a bit of cash to pay for what she eats.)

We've seen quite a lot of marine life, mostly sea turtles and odd configurations that might be starfish or some form of coral. Sar picked up an unusual piece on the ocean side of the reef and dropped it in a hurry when it moved in her hand. Had to laugh. She squealed like she does when the occasional oversized spider shows up in our house before the cats get to it. When that happens the sweet gentle lady turns into warrior woman and massacres it. Here, it just got dropped back to the sand.

There's a shark tank nearby where folks can feed them. Sar passed on that opportunity. There's also some scuba diving activities. I took her in the water with me but instead of checking out what was under the sea, she scuba-ed me. Things deteriorated and stuff happened. Don't have to rent scuba gear to do that - we can do that in the bungalow. Yeah, good things followed.

Did I tell you she wears a bathing suit most of the day? Not too revealing but enough skin shows that I keep an eye on her. Between the sun and the water and dancing in the hotel clubs at night we're both sleeping like logs. I'm damned pleased at her appetite and the rest she's getting. When I notice she's giving others an eyeful, I remind myself I'm the lucky guy that takes her home.

Into mischief? A resounding yes! The other day when I objected to the thong bikini she came out to the beach in the early evening, went behind the bungalow wearing a mumu-like dress and a big brim hat. Then she dropped the mumu and was NUDE underneath. Didn't waste any time tackling the imp to the sand and warming her butt before covering her up. In case you're wondering she reminded me I'm a neanderthal.

Yeah, that's me.

Cowboy