Well, some of you have been getting testy about my lack of words.  I apologize, sincerely and admit it feels good to be missed.

The beach was wonderful, as the blue, blue waters always are.  The pubescent wonderchild had as much fun as I did, amazingly enough.  There was swimming, long walks, fish fries, blue skies, warm sun, swimming, driving on the left-hand side of the road, swimming, sand, pools, ping pong and all sorts of wonderful flavors, caves, hole-in-the-wall eateries, shopping sprees and books to read.

Oh, we left with a lilt on our tongues and the song of freedom in our hearts.

I had forgotten what it was like to be considered beautiful, but there, in the midst of all that beauty I found men smiling at me, giving me that look (you know the one) that says "umm, I'd like to 'know' you", introducing themselves without trying to sell me anything.  I must admit it caused me some giggles to have such attention.  It's been a long time.

I've wondered if that attention came my way because I was just plain ole happy and it showed or maybe it was because there really do exist places where big black women are appreciated.  It's likely a combination of the two.   Regardless of the reason, it felt damn good!

I must recommend one of the three books I read while away.  'Zorro' by Isabel Allende.  It is a sweetly told story of the boyhood experiences of the legendary figure, it was a joy to read.

I promise to post photos in the next few weeks.  And keep your eyes out for my comments on your site - 'cause I'm back.

Later Gators