The sun finally came out.
We went shopping this morning in the narrow little streets of Cadiz.
The fact that Marcia kept referring to our jaunt as a “forced march” didn’t dim my joy at all.
I don’t like to criticize but next time I choose a traveling companion it will be one who has no problem drinking during the day.
I won’t mention names but the girl who frequently tells me that the sun must be over the yardarm somewhere would be my first choice, that is if she can find a place to leave Violet.
We got back to the ship and went into the hot tub. Trying to keep my exercise routine going I did 162 laps in the hot tub.
Now back to the lounge. Let’s see if “Miss Ice Tea” has decided to loosen up a bit.