It was a day of touch and go. The first rain squall sent us scrambling for protection. Everything we had on was soaking wet by the time we reached dry. We changed out of our duds and headed to the bar. The sun came back as we finished our drinks. We decided to try the beach again. This time taking as little with us as possible. We settled in and took the opportunity to stroll down to the sea. The waves were anything but calm. More weather was coming. And it did about fifteen minutes later when we had to make our second mad dash of the day. We went to lunch in our third change of clothes.
Afterwards, Ellis selected a book from the library and I went shopping. What else? Rainy days may be bad for the towel boys, but they are a boom for the merchants. I was hoping to find a long sleeve hoody, something light weight, but warm to ward off the damp chill in the air. No such luck. Just bikinis and bejeweled embroidered shirts for the very young lined the rack. I rode the elevator back up to the room, set up a the same flower arrangement, slightly turned, and painted what turned out to be just a start. Ellis cramped my style. He's kept hounding me about being neat and not spotting up the furnishing. Lucky thing he napped through yesterday's session. Today, I'll solidify the drawing when the rains come. They are predicted all this week.