Antsy

July 6
I had the best intentions to get up and do some beach activity, but the winds were high and it was stormy so I found myself taking a languid pace to the morning. Sipping on Turkish coffee mixed with cinnamon and cardamon, eating my yummy breakfast, Jenni, Toufic and I watched the ocean change colors with the storm from the comfort of the living room.

A lone paddle boarder and kayakers.

I know it doesn’t sound exciting, but for me, being able to sit, do nothing, and have a beautiful view too just doesn’t happen. I was thankful for that moment and decided I need to do this more often.

A new twist on the Spanish Armada

Jenni decided it was time for a walk so off we went to explore the other side of the beach now that the sun was out. Again I was amazed at the multimillion dollar homes sitting on the coast, empty. There was one that even had its own grotto. I call it the playboy mansion of the Cayman’s. Sadly, no bunnies were hopping around.

Oh the grotto, how lonely you look.

Impressive. Do you see the lizard?

Returning from our lovely walk and Jenni getting a little bolder with the water and tuckered out from her lizard chasing, we were content. What to do? What to do? I tried reading but didn’t have the focus. Toufic and I discussed music and movies. I surfed around on the internet but was losing interest....I was reaching boredom level, I could feel it. It makes me antsy. Time to get out again.

This was after a good run for a small green lizard.

I made the walk to Smith’s Cove. A small local beach landing where the rocks create great snorkeling and you can play with Betsy the Blue Iguana. There were families playing, friends sharing beer and laughs, and lots of people enjoying the ocean swells. 

Perfect crystal blue waters!

My favorite scene was watching a young dad carry a 6 pack of beer in one hand on his way to a party while carrying his daughter in his other arm. He didn’t realize he was holding up her dress to give everyone a nice view of her cute naked booty! I said hello to Betsy the Blue Iguana and started to head home when I spotted the black-on-black jeep heading my way. Perfect timing!

Sayin' Hello to Betsy!

Dropped off at home, I decided for a night in rather than bar hopping. It turns out this was the wise choice as the storms had pretty much driven everyone inside. I was still feeling a little antsy, but now it was the anticipation of going to my next destination. I had finally found the rhythm of relaxing and letting go. Now I would need to gear up to be ready for this next step. Cuba awaits.

Gettin' artsy