Sunday Evening with Cynthia

After we left Sandy Spit, the Bubbly pool was next. After that, it was "Cynthia time". We grabbed a mooring ball in Little Harbor and headed to Harris' Place. Cynthia, as usual, came running to the dinghy dock yelling "cousin Ken, cousin Ken". It brought a small tear to our eye....... (not really)

We sipped a bushwhacker and got caught up on the happenings in Cynthia's life and then headed back to the boat. Dinner included grouper, ribs, chicken, rice, pork and key lime pie.

While we were waiting on our food, Ken struck up a conversation with some folks at another table - imagine that? As it turns out, they were from Glasgow, not far from where Ken's daughter Emma goes to school in Scotland. Instant friends......