Hello to all my friends and family. Ron and I are having an absolutely great time. The water is crystal clear.

Believe it or not I have free internet service, care of the Grand Cayman North Side Post Office, located right next door.

The Cayman flight started off a bit rocky for me. I lucked up in Cleveland, with a young man who could care less if my luggage was heavy or not. I just wished I hadn't signed up to pre-pay for any luggage, the young man may have let me slide with both. These kids don't give a hoot, they just want to do their 8 hours and call it a day.

Made it safely to Tampa and was able to throw at least 12lbs or more of stuff into Ron's bags. The flight started off kinda bumpy. I hate turbulence.

The guy at the customs office asked me, "are these all clothing?" Of course, I lied, but he looked lazy and I was hoping he didn't want to open it. HE DIDN"T. Thank goodness. I headed over to Thrifty Car Rental. Adrian was very helpful and friendly. They seemed to be the only car rental joint that was jumpin'.

Ron had already told me that he wasn't driving, especially on the left and in a vehicle with the steering wheel on the passenger side. Anyway, we loaded the car and headed on our way. MeLinda the owner of the Villa, where we're staying had sent us a great map. The drive to the Villa took about 45 minutes. That's with us not knowing where we were going. There were times when other drivers would pass me up, but I believe it was the rental car plates that made them pass. Regular plates are either orange or colorful. Ours were white and stood out like a sore thumb.

We made it to the house and parked in our designated spot in the post office parking lot. I let Ron do the honors of checking the house out. He was pretty excited since it looked 100 times better than the pictures the owner had sent us. He was happy and that made me even happier. While he looked around, I started unloading the luggage from the car. The walk to the side door of the house was only a few feet away, so there was just a small patch of sand to drag the luggage through.

The house was gorgeous but I had unpacking to do. Ron, said he wasn't unpacking anything. "I'm living out of my suitcase for a week." Yeah, right! I started unpacking and I knew something had been broken open, and it was just as I thought, the hot sauce. These TSA agents have serious issues. They opened that and didn't close it back properly, glad I had it in a Ziploc bag and I'm surprised they closed it back.

Ron talked about me but then he took it back as he was eating some of the snacks I'd bought with me. Everything looked beautiful. The place was extremely clean. We checked everything out. The place was really nice. The owners pictures are all over. Looks like a very nice family with 2 daughters and a son. The place has 3 nice bedrooms. The master bedroom has the sliding glass doors that face the ocean. It's a beautiful view. I will attach more pictures.

At night (during high tide) it's been pretty windy. The moon shines right down on our upstairs terrace. Tonight, the wind is pretty calm and we have the doors open. Ron says he believes that for breaking and entering they may impose the death penalty. Just a joke. The weather is so perfect, we haven't used the air conditioning yet. Ther are no mosquitoes so we had the doors open all the time we're here.

Monday, we sat out on the downstairs terrace and had breakfast. There was a lady picking up plastic debris from the oceanfront. She came up to introduce herself. Her name is Florence. She and her husband hail from British Columbia. I actually couldn't believe what I saw, later that afternoon. Florence and her husband were down in front of the house next door, looking up in our bedroom. Ron said, "no, are you sure?" I said, "Ron, they are looking straight at us." Now I thought that weird unless it was, you know what! We laughed and laughed about that. I figured she must have wanted to introduce us to her husband, but dang, I don't think I'd try to get anyone's attention by looking up in their bedroom window. It also seemed as they knew the perfect spot to stand in and look up. Hmmmmmmmmmmm!

Tuesday, after breakfast I was standing on the beach and Florence's husband rolled by. He wasn't a bad looking old dude. Sort of distinguished looking. I was like dang, "Florence must have been a hottie back in the day." This guy looked like he was rolling in the dough. He shook my hand and we introduced ourselves. His name is Jon. I think he's an Aussie. He explained that he had 2 hearing aids and that he doesn't hear well when the waves are crashing. I told him, "it was cool and I'd talk to him later." People always, especially guys, want to talk when you hardly have on any clothing. After I washed the linens, we decided we'd take a ride into Georgetown today. Of course, I'm driving. He thinks he'll veer to the right. The ride was about 45 minutes. Georgetown is just like it was, since my last visit. The downtown area was bustling with tourists. There was a Dolphin, Disney and another cruiseship I didn't recognize, docked in the harbour. Both Ron and I thought at the same moment, "wow, I'm glad I'm not tendering in this trip." The town was crowded, crowded, crowded. We got through and decided to try one of the local restaurants, suggested by the Villa owners. The food was good but the wild chickens got on my nerves. They'd stare at you while you're eating. I shooed a couple away but they'd all eventually come to our table after some other guests left the restaurant. Ron, started giving them carrots off his plate. they didn't eat that. Then he threw them a piece of chicken. They fought over that and then Ron called them carnivores. The restaurant was called "Coconut Joes." I had the Fish and Chips, which turned out to be deep fried Mahi-Mahi. It was really good, but way too much food. Just as we finished, a waitress came out and shooed the chickens and a kitten away with a long stick. There are chickens roaming everywhere. After lunch, we made are way back to the South Side and stopped at "Chisolm's" for a few groceries. The 1/2 gallon of Tropicana was $4.75, a bottle of juice was almost $2. and a small bottle of milk was $2 and the dozen of eggs was almost $5. Ron thought the woman had cheated him, until I told him what the prices were.
We got home and I threw the linens in the dryer and put on my swimsuit and headed out to the water. The waves are huge, but the water is very warm. There were little fish swimming all around, but they were too fast to get pictures. Ron watched cable TV. I think it's an addiction. I came in and rinsed my watersocks off. Florence came by again to tell me that her grandson had arrived. He was further out swimming, but waved.

I got cleaned up, there is no hope for my hair. Being right here on the ocean does nothing for it. I fixed a ham sandwich for Ron and I changed all the linens. The neighbors had also arrived. I thought the house was empty until the owner eMailed me and said that the people that rented her house in December, purchased the house next door. These houses run around $499K. At least we inquired to one realtor.

Today was the 1st day we decided to leave the house. Who needs to leave when you have everything you need?

Wednesday rolls around and it's just another do-nothing day. I got up and made breakfast. Threw some clothes in the wash. Today started out to be an overcast day but turned out beautiful. We played a couple of games of Scrabble. We watched a couple of court shows and a couple of cop shows.

Most of the time he's watching TV (thank goodness it's not in the bedroom), I'm in the bedroom trying to get on the internet. Had just a few moments to get on and eMail MeLinda to let her know that 2 screens and a piece of lattice on the back fence had blown out. Ron did bring the screens in the house, but my Island Boy was not about to try and put them back in. I also hoped she wouldn't be upset about the windows & doors being open. We haven't used the air conditioning yet. The temperature is somewhere in the 80s but it's very breezy on the oceanfront, so the breeze seems to keep the house very nice.

Whenever, I check on Ron to make sure he's cool, he's just laying back relaxing. I'd say, "Babe, you okay?" He says, "yeah, I'm fine baby." Then I'd say, "you just chillin' like a villain?" We'd both just bust up laughing.

I can't say much about rest as we seem to sleep whenever we feel like it. Especially Ron. I know my routine is ruined now.

I did go out shelling a bit today. Only picking out what I thought I didn't have in my seashell collection. I noticed something floating towards shore, but wasn't sure what it was. It took a while to get close enough to me, so I could just pick it up. I finally grabbed it and it was a drawstring mesh bag. "Cool," I thought. I just used it to put all my sea shells and stones, in. I also found one of those seafans, but of course, it was too big to pack and I also think it would have never made it home without breaking up.

Tonight was pretty funny. I really can't remember what time it was. Ron, kept up with our time, I just wasn't in the mood. I do know, it was late. You would never guess who was walking on the beach WITH A FLASHLIGHT! It was Jon. Ron, talked about him so bad, but in a truly funny way. Saying that Florence was probably asleep and so he's going to patrol the beach to see what he could see. However, Jon never shined the light up in our bedroom but I know he could see us, we had candles burning. DON'T GET ANY IDEAS PEOPLE! But I told Ron, he probably has the flashlight because you know stuff comes up to the beach at night. You could see all the holes that were dug in the sand, the next morning. There's definitely lobster out there and probably crabs too. But we laughed and laughed and laughed.

I woke up that night, frightened by somethinf flapping around in our room. I couldn't exactly see what it was, Ron thought it may be something like a dragonfly (he couldn't think of the name of it). I didn't know what the heck it was. It didn't phase him, so I turned over and went back to sleep too. Whatever it was, was gone when we woke up.

Thursday comes and we're both becoming a bit moody. It's getting too close to Saturday. I wanted to drive back to town to see if i could find this boutique I'd seen the other day that sold soaps. I walked next door to the Post Office to mail both Ron and my Uncle birthday cards. Dang $5 for two cards. We drove into Georgetown and I still couldn't find the store. We wanted to eat but either the restaurant had no customers in the parking lot of either we were too early for dinner. We headed on back towards home and stopped by a grocery store. These prices were even higher than Chisolm's. A 64 oz. carton of Tropicana was $8, a loaf of the breads (the kind that are baked in the store) was almost $4. Ron bought 4 cups of yogurt (I don't know how much they were), a bag of Lay's were the same $4 as at home. 2-Litre Pepsi (yes, he had to buy me a pop because Ron made all the Long Island Iced Teas with the Pepsi I had taken with me). We headed on home and I made a wrong turn. We turned around and I got a few great shots from the roadside. Frank Sound Road (our turn) was not far. We decided to try a restaurant near the house and stopped at a crusty sort of place called "Cafe on the Edge." Hmmmmmm. We sat outside at a table that was made from an old map table. Not too many of the tables matched. Some were even the plastic sets that people buy from KMart. The waitress was very pleasant and courteous. The service was extremely and I do mean extremely slow. Finally, while Ron and I are on the edge of starvation, the waitress brings some fried bread. We scoffed those down and they were steaming hot, like right out of the grease, the butter melted right away. Then we waited what seemed another hour. Finally, out meals came out. Ron, ordered the club sandwich and fries. He said that it was really good. I ordered the grilled snapper dinner. And let me tell you, Lancer's ain't got nothing on this snapper. The fish was a very nice size. Covered with grilled onions, mixed vegetables (carrots, potato, spinach) nicely seasoned, red beans and rice and deep fried battered plantains. This food was so delicious, I didn't leave a speck of anything on my plate and we both we full.

We got in and I put the groceries away. You know we didn't want to do a thing after that meal. Ron just popped a bottle of wine and we chilled out until we fell out.

Friday comes and I'm getting kinda sad now. I fix breakfast. Ron asked if I wanted to go out for breakfast but I had to try and cook the last of the food I'd brought. We ate and then decided to head out to get the car filled up, for it's return to the rental shop. We didn't go all the way in to town and just headed back towards home.

We stopped at Cafe On The Edge again for an early dinner. It was kinda chilly and Ron wanted to try and get a table inside. I really wanted to sit somewhere else anyway, as there were loud people next to us. Ron ordered the Conch Fritters and New England Clam Chowder, I ordered the Grilled Snapper. I know I just ordered it yesterday, but it's that good. We both ordered Bahama Mamas which were pretty good. I thought my Island Boy was sucking it down kinda fast. You know those sweet drinks catch up with you on the tail-end. After sucking it down he says something like, "hmmm, that snuck up on me." We laughed and talked while we waited for our food. There seemed to be locals and a few vacationers there, that night. Ron dogged out this guy in his Western gear. We decided his name would be TEX. Ron, of course, hating on the playa. TEX was trying to get his swerve on. After what seemed about 30 or 45 minutes, the fried bread arrived. We gobbled that down and waited probably about another 30 minutes before the actual meals came out. I absolutely, positively think the food is worth the wait.

We finished and decided to head on home and wouldn't you know it. Ron decides he wants to drive. Luckily no one was on the road. We almost passed the house but we arrived safely. Thank goodness.

I putzed around a bit in the kitchen, trying to wrap up a few things and get them in the trash. Our flight was at noon, so there was no rush to do anything tonight.

Saturday came and it was almost a disaster. Well, I shouldn't say disaster but after we dropped the car off and headed straight to the reservation desk, and it's about 11:05 A.M., that's when I thought my perfectly planned and executed trip was about to stop here. Ron handed the reservationist our passports. The reservationist said, "Uh oh!" Ron said he knew something was wrong. After a few minutes wait, which actually seemd longer than a few minutes, the reservationist came out and said that we couldn't board, as we were to have been there 2 hours prior to check-in. Ron, rolled his eyes at the girl as I begged and pleaded. She went in the back and came out with the supervisor, who let us board but warned that next time, we must be there 2 hours prior, so that they can go through our luggage. What a crock! I'm used to heading to the airports at the last minute, but in this case, I did forget about CUSTOMS!

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