Nora & Her Family
in the Caymans
Those parasails take you way up there. Or this one took
BW way up there. What a way to start the day. He goes on on
a nice white boat with two guys. I stood on the terrace with
binoks. Everyone waved. I see the red and white chute
flutter open, then BW, strapped in the harness, goes up, up,
up. He's too far for me to make out his face, but the guys
took pictures with our camera. From the look of them, he
loved it. LOL. The trade winds here are strong enough to
keep him up so the boat mostly stays in one place while he
sails along.
After his fifteen minute flight, they bring him gently
down. At first I think he's going to plop in the water, but
they crew adjust, let him go up a little, then bring him
neatly down on the boat again.
He reports that it's a lot different looking straight
down at the water from that height--like being on a
building. And that I should've come. Oh yeah, if they'd
wanted to see a woman whimpering with her eyes clamped shut.
The pool's almost deserted today. We chat with some of
the staff--everyone's gotten to know everyone pretty well
after two weeks. I take my last swim, then go up and pack a
bit. We have our last cocktails on the terrace, and watch
our last Caribbean sunset. It doesn't disappoint.
Spielburg-esque this time, with the rose tones bleeding into
sky and sea while the fat red ball of the sun sinks.
We decide to go back to Casanova's. The place was crowded
last time, but it's jammed now. Cute Italian waiters bring
out more tables. Three different tables have birthdays. The
waitstaff here does a deliberately hokey birthday song.
Tambourines.
BW and I renew our pack never to have waiters sing for
each other's bd.
Today, it's finish packing, pay the piper, then catch our
early afternoon flight home.
It's been fabulous.
Nora
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