Last Day

We are anchored in Marsh Harbor on the eve of my flight home, surrounded by the winning combination of boats flying foreign flags.  The three closest boats to us are flying flags from Norway (Bodo…that last “O” has a line through it, like a zero), New Zealand, and Thailand.  Wow....

After four months in the tropics I am really tan.  My feet are a little frightening actually…. Bob has always said I have macaroni toes, and now they are whole wheat macaroni.  Time to get my feet back into shoes!

Tomorrow at this time I might be getting ready to sleep in my cloud bed. I am definitely going to give my washing machine a BIG hug and kiss….first thing, when I walk in the door!

Dinner at Curly Toes with another beautiful sunset!