The restaurant "Passion on the Beach" at the Amsterdam Hotel in Aruba. One must get there early (if you don't have a reservation). As the sun sets, you are on the west side of the island, you get a great view. When it is dark, it is difficult to see the menu unless they provide one with a back-lit LED light. It is prudent to remove you shoes.

I even told myself to remember the actual camera on Friday, but forgot it. Still only using pitiful, terrible phone. Here we (edited to add, it's my high school alma mater and his marching band school (not academic school) is the "we" in this!) are playing the fight song for the billionth time. We've won two of three games so far. The defense on all teams are lagging. The good thing is, it's blurry enough, their faces are "obscured". Mine is the horn rimmed glasses wearing boy playing flute on the second row.

You might remember that Smudge likes bringing us pillows from the couch. Every nite he takes one off the couch and drags it into the bedroom for us. Every morning there's a pillow beside the bed. He often does it when we're out as well, and we always check to see where a pillow might be. One morning it was in the tub wedged under the spout. THAT I would loved to have seen. Here is his latest delivery spot.

Our pink trumpet tree (Tabebuia) is putting on its spring show now. The related yellow is, too, but because they don't play well together color-wise, they are kept separated by a house. :) [The photo below was only cropped, not enhanced, or otherwise 'shopped in any way--those vibrant colors were the real deal!]