All good things come to an end

Although we had good intentions to walk to the beach this morning, our post-sleep pace was not going to make it possible. Instead, we cleaned up our apartment, packed our bags, and said good-bye to Mike.

We leisurely drove down the coast to Hastings, where we met Moira, Bill, Ralph, and Judy at Champers restaurant. Ralph turned 88 yesterday, so we thought a nice celebration was in order. We were seated on the deck, which overlooks the turquoise Caribbean. With the waves lapping below, we ordered our lunch and then proceeded to eat, eat, eat. The company was great, as was the view and ambiance. I had a Cajun, blackened dolphin, which was served with a side of rice to take the spicy edge off. We finished dinner with a lemon tart, a coconut pie, and a crème Brule; all of which were tasty. We lingered for a while, until we all realized we might just fall asleep in our chairs. Ralph, Judy, Moira, and Bill headed back to Victoria, and Kim and I headed to the beach one last time. We drove a bit, then bailed out at a public beach access. We enjoyed a breezy stroll along the beach, catching the final rays of sun for the vacation. I gave a final kick to the sand before we got back in the car and drove toward Victoria.

The day ended with an extra long swim in the pool, followed by pasta tossed with fresh tomatoes, basil, and onions, accompanied by homemade bread lathered in butter and garlic. For a last supper, it definitely outrated the usual bread and wineЧитать далее