We do not see things as they are; we see things as we are.
Friday, January 15, 2010
With everything I put in my mouth these days I feel every calorie settling on my midriff but, no, that is not me on the beach.
They call this beach Piggy Beach as there is a family of wild pigs who live here and, like the Iguanas at Allan’s Cay, they wait for people to come to shore so they can beg for hand-outs. These somewhat aggressive creatures have even been known to swim out to the boats looking for offerings. Now I’ve seen everything.