Invest in a moment of your day looking up at Mother Nature's beautiful blue skies, with it's many merging and emerging, forever evolving shades of white clouds. It's nice to allow your thoughts to wander and daydream if but for a moment. Imagine your life filled with wonder and excitement, friends and family and love, and let the magic overwhelm you as the pouffy wisps of cloud dissolve away to do your bidding. Magic.
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"Post-Vacationing-Racing-Sailing-Carnival-ing-Too Much Activity-Blues !!" I said, "That's WHAT this is".
This being the complete inability to coax out of the QWERTY keyboard any intelligent flow of words that might perhaps converge into beautifully adjectified sentences that would adequately describe in detail to you our last month of Zany Adventurings.
I sit here this morning as the sun breaks onto the eerily calm waters of Mt Hartman Bay,
at a loss. Completely without a Clue of How to Begin.
No worries though, I will figure out how to tell you about
Banyan crossing the finish line First,
and yet somehow, not winning First Place Prize of the First Race in the Regatta in Carriacou.
Then what followed was a a lovely Spinnaker Sail,
from Carriacou,
to Lovely and Lush and Beautiful Main-Land Grenada.
And as my mind wanders back into memories, I think of the famous "Camp Grenada" (
Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh) song,
"Hello Muddah, hello Fadduh,
Here I am at Camp Granada".
but first there was the Incredible Non-Stop Insanity that is the Celebration known as the Grenadian Carnival
"Camp is very entertaining,
And they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining"
and stop raining it did, so we stayed covered in J'Ouvert Paint while having Burgers for Breakfast,
and revelled in all of it.
60 hours later the Body Thumping Soca music stopped and we left Port Louis Marina (with their beautiful air-conditioned shower-rooms not to mention killer Rum Punches) arriving just in time to attend the Adventurings of the
SHH Kind (Secret Harbour Hikers), that had our legs sending us warning signals, screaming "Hey, Lazy-O's, you haven't hiked in over a month, what are you doing... !?"
We cajoled and bribed our bodies with promises to eat better, and restart our daily runs and exercise filled jaunts, and they believed us and carried us on up the tiny little hill, where we enjoyed views of
Banyan on the hook, swaying gently to the wind, nestled perfectly in her "home away from home".
With the habitual Power and Water Generating Activities on the Agenda for a few hours this morning and envisioning plenty of time to sit and sort and create, with just a few hundred photos to scan through and... oh wait, Camp Grenada's Morning Net just blasted to life, and oh, what do I hear?
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Wait a minute, it stopped raining
Yoga's On and Friends are Swimming
Sailors Going Shopping, You Playing Volleyball??
Half Price Pizza and Happy Hour Tonight?...
Stop. Turn it Off... Gotta Go.