Lying Down on the Islas del Rosario





We are trying to truly pootle so we went to lie down on a Caribbean island for a few days. It was tough but we managed.

Sunrises, sunsets, sea swimming, seafood, dogs, hens, puppies, sand between my toes, salt in my hair.....all the ingredients for my idyll. Not so much the sand in his toes for Rich, and salt in his hair is clearly not a thing. He doesn't much love sea swimming and seafood either but he does love dogs and puppies and he really did need to lie down and do nothing to get better. 























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