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| Final Sunrise in Paradise |
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| Rounding the curve, heading North |
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| Mar Carib on the beach side of Kukulkan Boulevard, Nichupte Bay on the Restaurant side. |
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| First sunset seen at 33,000 feet over a sea of clouds over Tennessee or there abouts. |
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| Sunrise? Donde esta? Was it all a crazy dream? |
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| Welcome Home Honey, The Tide is under the sink. |
You did get some great photographs from the plane.
ReplyDeleteThanks Ann. The camera is the only device you don't have to turn off till we reach 10,000 miles above the earth. :-)
DeleteI totally understand your title. Was it all a crazy dream? How often I ask myself that very question. Time is so fleeting, I am so happy you had this wonderful time. Enjoy the smell of Tide, it means something very valuable happened.
ReplyDeleteThe Tide part wasn't so bad. Folding and putting away is what gets me--not to mention the pile of items that need ironing, a humbling experience.
DeleteFor we readers it was very real and left us envious and enthralled. It was a great read. Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteAnd we all come back to earth in the end. Today, my reality is the laundry room. Tomorrow, the market. Real life goes on.
DeleteWell it looks great, except for the last photo. Glad you had a good time. Welcome home.
ReplyDeleteThanks JJ. A few more loads and we're set to take off again--there's just one problem: we have to refill the coffers. That will take more than a day. So it goes.
DeleteMerci pour l'ensemble de toutes vos merveilleuses photos... Vous avez vécu de très bons moments...
ReplyDeleteL'avant dernière photo que vous nous montrez est toutefois très jolie, bientôt le printemps va arriver et rendra la vie à ces beaux arbres...
Je vous souhaite de très joyeuses fêtes...
Je vous souhaiter un Joyeux Noël trop Martine. Merci. Je suis l'artiste graphique officielle de la famille Roth. Retraçant la vie me fait plaisir sur le film, la toile et 140 livres Arches. Quelqu'un doit le faire. Profitez de la saison et permet de printemps espoir vient au début de cette année.
DeleteWElcome back, Linda - the reality hits but the memories are just as real.
ReplyDeletePriceless--until the bills come. Thanks Susan. I do love your fat ballerinas on horseback. They must sell as soon as they hit the gallery.
DeleteLOVE those photos from the plane....wow! I enjoyed your trip....but I am also glad you are back, so you can return to painting chocolate mice or carousels, or sons and grandchildren or "Honey". It's good to have you back!
ReplyDeleteThanks Celeste. Laundry's done. All five hundred photos have been transfered to my new external drive. Ersatz Christmas party promises--along with a pair of skinny jeans to wear to it are next, as well as mailing to a friend for her birthday. I was reviewing the paintings I did on the beach and a few a worth additional attention, but I think I'll paint lemons alla prima with oils instead. That opaque watercolor takes too many applications to make it opaque enough for the colors to have brilliance.
DeleteWelcome home, Linda. A lot of wonderful memories and photos to prove it!
ReplyDeleteYes, and they are all downloaded into my computer all five hundred plus of them. That's what I did yesterday in between changing loads. Fun day.
DeleteOh, I love your photos, Linda! Welcome home :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Agnes. Aren't those two shot from the plane terrific? I was very pleased I sat there camera ready waiting for that turn North. A camera is the only device one can use when all others must be turned off. Plus I was on the right side of the plane and didn't have to crawl over anyone:-)
DeleteIt is the Tide and laundry part that is the dream.
ReplyDeleteTide should be a dream--as well as ironing and marketing. Those chores bust my bubbles.
DeleteOMG, that resort is gorgeous! And yes, it was all a wonderful dream. :) Close your eyes, and savor the memories.
ReplyDeleteI do--through the photographs and I think I'm going to frame four of these little paintings to hang in my bath. Coming out of the shower, they will remind me why I put up with all the crap of working.
DeleteWelcome home. What a contrast.
ReplyDelete"Sure is," she said, as she sat in the gloom of a wet, damp morning with a head full of crap.
DeleteA winter snow storm was expected. The barometer was dropping and with each point, her vertigo grew worse. The sun had healing powers. In spite of all the humidity coming off the sea, she felt great days before on the beach. That's the story alright.