February 12, 2009

The ladies all dressed up yesterday and we attended the nicest fashion show I’ve had the privilege of attending. It had all of the elements: friends to enjoy the show with, beautiful clothes, designers, and models – some we know, especially model Bee, Carole’s mom, and designer, Lucy, who is making dresses for us already; entertainment to die for (The backup singer for the Supremes), the seventeen year old girl singer that is pretty as a picture and sings like a lark, and the handsome, romantic Mexican vocal, Roberto Curiel (who signed my CD, “with love”….are we never too old to swoon?); and the perfect setting with delectable food at the San Carlos Hotel in Rincon where they have a pool and a bridge crossing for the models and white table clothes for us. The MC was good too and it was a very special day. I owe a lot of my fun times to Shirley Lewis, who has gone out of her way to include me in all of her discovery places to go from past experiences. She and her husband, Bob, have shown us all of the best of Rincon Guayabitos and surrounding areas. We can never repay their kindness. They have truly made a great trip into fantastic.

Early to bed and early to rise….that is us…..there was a beach party last night and we decided it would be easier to cook for ourselves and then go down to the party after. Our gathering at Carol and Grants, their delicious BBQed ribs with Shirley’s salad, and the people coming and going lasted until our early bedtime and we missed the beach party altogether.......just went off to bed!


Andy’s comments on his kayak adventure of the day before:

I took the kayaks (on top of the Honda) to a secluded beach that one should have 4 x 4 to get to. That is why it is not too crowded. Gregory’s, their friends, Webber’s, and Lewis’ came, but Mom had promised Judy she would help her paint decorations for the upcoming Pig Roast. Dave hopped right into the blue kayak and went way out to the edge of waves by a reef and was riding them in. He claims he had never been in a kayak before. The waves were only a foot or so high on the shore so it was fairly easy get past them without mishap. But the ones Dave was playing with were two or three feet and he was a long ways from any help.

Quentin decided to go out and make sure nothing disastrous happened to Dave. It took two of us to get him through the first little waves and he went out for a brief while. When he came back in he somehow did not manage to keep the kayak coming straight in and ended up rolling over. That was enough kayaking for him. John went out and paddled around with Dave quite awhile. Then finally they came back in.

Teddy, to not be outdone by her husband, Quentin, wanted me to accompany her in a kayak, which I did. I warned her that I was not all that experienced, so she should not get her confidence built up too much. She was great and came back in under control.

The next day I spent quite awhile trying to come up with a system to wash all the sand out of the kayaks. I decided 95% will have to do. I do not understand how Quentin managed to get so much sand into his kayak. I did not catch on to the trick he had, but then I learned that he had been in the earth-moving business. Well, now I know why we hit it off so good.