Oh how promising the day looked this morning. But the sunny day turned to wind and rain shortly after noon.
Neema, Jarrett, Tamera, and I spent most of the day driving on muddy roads and rushing out of the car to see ruins anytime the rain let up.
One memorable event was finding a cave to hide in when a rain storm caught us well away from our car. It was neat thinking how locals on the island used to live in the very cave we sought for shelter.
For dinner, Australian friends Jim and Leslie joined me at a small French restaurant by the harbor. The French owner was a big man, his mustache was curly, the food was fantastic, and a local played the Blues next to us. Another favorite restaurant of all time.