THE LAST FAREWELL
11.03.2017 70 °F
You just know when it's time to come home. 🏡 They say if you grudgingly come home from a trip then it was not long enough. This being our last day we made it a slow relaxing 😎 day with just getting a morning workout at the local gym followed by a great 👍 Mexican lunch 🍴 at a very popular local place. In the afternoon we went to the beach 🌊 to sit and watch the surfers 🏄 and all the other people having fun in the warm sun. ☀️ We planned to visit old town in the evening and maybe play some music 🎶 someplace or even play with my homeless friend but at this time I'm played out and need a break from the whole gig. With a strong 💪 northeaster setting in early Sunday morning we decided to leave a day earlier to avoid the four days of heavy wind, rain ☔️ and cold. At this point, Mary and I are looking forward to get home 🏡 to our wonderful house. Like they say in the over played movie 🎥 "There's no place like home" especially after living in a tent ⛺️ and wearing flip flops for two months.
We made our last walk to the beach at night with the moon's light shining on the crest of the waves, a Winslow Homer painting. So beautiful! One last hurrah.