It's Raining. It's Pouring

Who gives a shite? Not me. Stormy and turbulent, the sea is still the most beautiful I've ever seen. The grays are gorgeous. I might be the only one who thinks so. Most vacationers prefer basking in the sun, rather than sitting on a balcony, watching the weather,which was awesome in its magnificence. It doesn't bother me that it's not a pool afternoon. I'm content. There were potato chips at lunch. And I ran into the couple from Fort Worth, Texas who were here last year and the year before that and are here again celebrating their fifty seventh anniversary. We also met Rick and Cheryl from Grand Rapids and Mike and Linda from Chicago.

Our social life for the next few days will be as enjoyable as it was at the JW. I was a bit worried. The Ritz is often judged to be too expensive and too stuffy. It isn't. Of the two hotels, it is the most reasonable this time of year and anything you want is their pleasure. My pleasure this rainy afternoon was my paints and the lovely floral arrangement in our room, I couldn't resist tackling it with both markers and watercolor as I sat on the balcony marveling Mother Nature.