Saturday morning we checked out of the hotel, checked our luggage into the office, where they would hold it until Sunday, and Tash, Paul and Stinker came and got us and took us to the marina where we loaded Pauls boat up with the goodies necessary to get us through a weekend 'down de islands'. Below is Paul, in his boat, getting things ready just before the boat is set into the water. Over the next few days, I promise, there will be clearer pictures of everyone.
In the photo below, we were underway, with Nan in the left foreground, Tash beyond her, Stinker and Chas in the bows (Tash's son and Nan's oldest son), My son Louie in the seat beyond the windscreen (hard to see) in front of Paul, who's driving the boat.
Below is Nan with her youngest, Max, occupying the best seat in the house. I mean, when you're that age, there is no better spot to be than on Mom's lap.
In the shot below we find #1 Son looking cool as we fly - and I do mean fly - across the water.
And just in case you wanted to see - below is a shot across the transom visualizing the wake. Like I said - we wuz flyin'.
And all of that hurry up was because we were headed to the exotic piece of real estate pictured below. We would sleep the night on the second floor of that lovely building.
This weekend we spent here, in this place, was as peaceful and fun-filled as any I have have had in years. The people we met - Sean (Nan's husband), Patrice, whose picture you will see Thursday, Tash's folks and her uncle and aunt and others who all made us feel perfectly at home. What an amazing weekend. More to come.