The second to last day of our trip, we went to Seven Mile Beach. It is THE tourist destination on Grand Cayman, a long stretch of pristine sand reaching down into impossibly clear turquoise water that grades into ever deeper shades of teal as you look out towards the horizon.
While most of the land just above the beach is owned by hotels, the entire length of the beach is public access with various parking spots and paths to the water in between the hotels.
Six months ago, I posted from the depths of a crazy long to-read list. When the pile of books gets that high, what happens? Here’s what went down.
I made this pair of Arenite shorts not long after I got back from the Cayman Islands. I wore my first pair nearly every day of the trip, and I was looking forward to trying out some mods for the second pair.
The Chaplain has shared a piece of wisdom from Tobago, “More haste, less speed.” I often think of it when I’m sewing. With so much going on at my house, it often feels like if I don’t rush, I will never finish.
It was late in the day and I had just given myself permission not to do an evening meditation when Three knocked at my door.
She asked if we could do a meditation together.
After a few days on Grand Cayman, I was starting to get a feel for the place. It was very civilized, but it felt a bit forced. I’d seen only one other interracial couple since we’d been there. Portraits of the Queen and Prince Charles hung at the airport. I’d made a joke about tea time one day only to have one of the Chaplain’s friends casually mention meeting someone for tea the next day.
