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Riding the train home from Orange County. This is such a pristine area of coastline. Bad picture from train, but lovely memories! Happy to be home!!!

Been at a CASAS convention for Adult Ed- enrichment for my job. This is the beginnings of a little watercolor I've been doing between classes. We stopped at a great art store here in Orange County- I had to add to my watercolors!!! Inspired by an artist whose name I cannot remember. #watercolor #ilovewatercolors #lovewatercolor

The sun is hot, and my white skin is tender. I've protected myself with sunscreen, but even a few minutes in the sun while hanging out in the water has proven dangerous. I'm already red, almost matching the color of my bathing suit. I am constantly on the lookout for shade. People reserve the umbrellas and palapas with their towels while they hang out in the water. The search for a shady spot to lie down has become my activity for the day. Finally I find a shady, comfy place to lie, as my knee demands the correct position. The wind is starting to blow. I see sun worshippers moving to highground, but I just found a good position. "It's just a few drops" I think. I'm staying the course. I see the clouds darkening, the wind is beginning to pick up and I feel more drops of water. The sky has become overcast; the wind getting stronger by the second. As I begin to get drenched I finally sucomb to the fact that it's more than a drizzle. I scurry about to gather my things. I make it to the enclosure which is a restuarant, just as Ricardo crosses the patio. We decide to have lunch while we wait for the strom to pass, as do the rest of the guests not hanging out in the pool bar. Now the rain is pounding down, the wind blowing forcefully... We eat a little lunch, sharing our bread with the local birds. I say they are brown doves, Ric says they're pigeons. The rain is pouring. We drink a beer. The palmtree branches are flying about, the rain falling harder still. It reminds me of a scene in The Devil Wears Prada where Miranda Preistly (played by Meryl Streep) says flipently, " Its just, I don't know, drizzling" and you can see in the background the palm trees deeply bending in a burst of lightening. Within 30 minutes I begin to see blue skies to the east. The clouds are being blown away and the rain subsides. The sun is beaming down again in all her lifegiving glory. People start to make their way back to the palapas and umbrellas, grabbing abandoned towels to clean up the drenched beach lounges. Ric and I wade through the now empty beach area looking for shade, and though Ric has darker skin than I, he too doesn't want the same fate as the many red

We had a few delays at the airport as the plane that was to pick us up at LAX had a mechanical issue and caused delays- missed our connecting flight in Atlanta (literally running to make the connection ,but missed it by 2 minutes. Stayed over night in Atlanta and unfortunately hurt my knee. Hobbling a bit, but nothing an ice pack and a welcoming Bahama punch can't cure. Today we have made it to paradise! Look at the color of that water! People are so friendly and the view from our room is most inviting. Heading out now to swim...

It's really happening. All mother's are safe and sound, the children launched, I found a big hat and my mini palette filled with my favorite watercolors. In a little more than 24 hours, Ric and I will be in the Bahamas for 7 nights!

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