finding, filling

Vacations are like vessels, aren't they, just waiting to be filled.  For us the days yawned wide, beginning well after the sun came up and ending whenever the garage doors of our eyelids fell shut.  And the middles filled right up with all sorts of adventures.

We serendipitously dined at one of the finest restaurants in Puerto Rico, a split second decision to dive through the front door in order to avoid being trampled by a spontaneous street parade, only to learn later of the establishment's top rating.
We also somehow wound up in a cockfighting arena and watched, engrossed, as money flew faster than chicken feathers.
In Virgin Gorda we accidentally tasted fruit from the third most poisonous plant on the planet, and later shimmied through a rocky maze to take a sunset walk along what must be the most exquisite beach in the Caribbean.

Ordinary days are vessels too, just waiting, if we're lucky.  We're glad to be filling ours at home again with the boys. 

Creatures from the sea for Tucker.  

JEB