Observations

Our day ended with a visit to Linda and Jack's place where, from their balcony, we observed another sunset in a cloudless sky. When a day ends in a flourish of splendor it restores the soul and reminds one that the universe is unfolding as it should. Sunsets never get old.

Below is a photo of Carol contemplating the remaining afterglow as it appeared in Jack and Linda's living room ....

Afterwards we went out together to a cluster of restaurants that have accumulated at the nearby Marina. It may appear strange but it seems about 80% of the restaurants here are Italian. Now I happen to like Italian food but our airline ticket definitely read "Mexico" and I'm a little perplexed by the extraordinary commitment here to Pizza, Pasta, and Lasagna. So we had supper in an Italian restaurant with a Mexican singing By The Boardwalk to Canadians - Cultura stufato.

Below is a photo of Jack and Linda's new watchdog ... make that watchbug.
His name is Il Brutto. He faithfully maintained vigil in the corridor leading to Jack and Linda's apartment all the time we were out eating, never moving a millimeter from his station. When we saw him still on duty after returning we decided to buy him a red coat and Busby and enroll him in the Queen's Guard, even if he is Italian.