Scenes from Aruba, part one

Immediately after losing Spence I remember thinking of those beloved places we’d vacationed and that I’d never go back; it would be too sad.

It’s been almost two years and the many happy memories have helped me remember our enjoyment of traveling together. I know for sure, he’d be sad if I wasn’t traveling.

Late last August my friends, Jeanne, Frank and I discussed a trip to Aruba. Soon we’d settled on a date, found a gorgeous condo on the northern part of the island and plans were finalized.

Leaving Michigan the day before the polar vortex (a brilliant stroke of luck) we arrived for a week in Aruba, a place that held special memories for me, with new ones to be made. Today as I await my return flight, I feel a sense of calm, a renewed love of this amazing place and a certainty that Spence would applaud my return.

Here is the first post of several to follow.

Squirrel or Acrobat in training?

In spite of the new baffle, this determined squirrel watched me fill this bird feeder with peanuts and did not delay as soon as I went inside.  I have no idea how he managed it but it’s not the first time I’ve caught him doing his acrobatic moves. I think he’s training for a squirrel Cirque du Soleil act.

And from a week ago…you have to give him credit for being determined….

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Hanging on by his back feet.