CHRISTMAS EVE, AHH YES - WHAT CAN WE SAY and no that is not snow. We took Izzy for another romp in the ocean - the sand is pink coral and again clear turquoise water - can't get much better.
I know - more flowers - I just can't help myself.
It has been one non-stop party since arriving here. Tonight all three boats are invited for a steak barbecue at Tom & Phyllis's (Cocoon Too) friend Chris Brown - Chris, his father, and his grandfather were all harbour pilots for the big cruise ships, tankers and freighters in Nassau. He lent us a couple of golf carts to go hither and yon. We are all heading to his palatial estate perched high on a hill in Russell Island.
Chris cooking up Conch Fritter appetizers - and Doug you lost the bet on how to pronounce Conch. I tried, but here they say Conk. Chris's home is loaded with antiques and memorabilia - he was the perfect host and we feel very priviliged to have met him.
One of his antiques was this 150 year old Perfection smokeless kerosene heater (it still works).
These two northern boys (Tom's from Canada) huddled around the stove warming their toes and fingers.
Then, again it was that too much wine thing and next thing you know Rick is entertaining everyone by fashioning a yarmulke out of tin foil. It all went down hill from here. Just try driving a golf cart after 6 hours of drinking and remembering to drive on the left - lucky we got back to the boats. Can't believe it, but he's invited us back tomorrow for Christmas Dinner - Oy Vey!
Merry Christmas Everyone!
Bob decided to become part of the display - I think we are all missing Christmas with our families.