Back from the hot sun of the caribbean. Back into the soggy saddle of the Pacific Northwest. Hmm...Going to Chicago and NYC next; feeling gratefu since I am not quite ready to come back in full time.
Guadaloupe FWI. Lots of people think we went to Mexico but no, we went to the island known as isle de papillion(as the butterfly island) because of how it is shaped. It is between St. Martin and St. Barths.
Cases et Jardin where we stayed is a collection of the sweetest bungalows set in a lush garden. Our friends built this up as a business adjacent to their home. So we got the best of all worlds. Our own private space and the proximity to them, their glorious pool and remarkable pets. Oh and proximity to great food and gallons of Petit Ponche. A beverage that is best sipped slowly in a pool when one has no where else to go.
Some pictures might be in order here for your viewing pleasure. The pigeon is now a house pet and is unaware of the fact that he is a bird. Champi believes his dna lies somewhere between the humanoid and cannine....