I stayed on the lanai in the shade for a while. Last time I was here it was July, and I swear the air felt exactly the same: about 85°, a gentle warm, soft breeze. The air itself is soft. How does that happen? Lots of positive ions from the waves?
I could see the rooftops below and the bougainvillea plants blooming on them. I guess my plant at home has good instincts, poor thing.
The Cap'n, exhausted from spending the entire plane trip cramped in my purse, decided to take a nap. So I went shopping by myself.
The hotel is right next to the International Marketplace. It’s a large area a block deep, with many small shops under a huge banyan tree. The shops all sell the same stuff, and a lot of it is junk, but it’s fun.
There are many expensive shops in this area also, but there’s nothing I need from them. I need junk, preferably small junk that will fit easily in my suitcase. I’m not a great shopper like my friend Debbie. She buys a new suitcase when she gets to her destination so she can fill it with stuff.
I found lots of little souvenirs and a good place to eat dinner. This is what I ordered: Salmon Salad.
It was an outdoor restaurant and there were lots of pigeons and tiny doves padding around on the floor looking for stray tidbits. I love pigeons and doves and planned to feed them the corn that came with the salad. But there was a big sign that said “Do Not Feed the Birds.” I wasn’t bold enough to just ignore the sign, so I cut the corn off the ear and when I was sure no one was looking, casually pushed it down the little hole you see above, in the middle of the table. It didn’t take a pigeon too long to find it.
There was another sign at the restaurant. The spelling wasn’t great, but the food was.
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