The scent of frangipani's in the air

After 30 hours of travel from door to door, I am butt-a** tired.  My legs look like sausages.  If you
push really hard near my ankles, it's kinda like playing with silly putty.  Nothing that a warm summer shower in my outdoor shower can't wash away. Everywhere I look is a dense tree-line of palms.  The smell
is so sweet you can almost taste it.  It is at once alarming and exhilerating to be in so much quiet.  I think
it might take me a few days to slow my rhythms to the pace of the island.  I am resisting the temptations
to turn on the TV.  I guess if the U.S. goes to hell while I'm away...I'll just have to manage here.  Ooops, dripping dragon fruit juice down my chin:)

Miss you all,
Mimi