Thursday, July 9. Two more nights of luxury before Mark and I become nomads with an as yet undetermined itinerary. Might be hard to get used to after this!

I knew it would happen. If I don’t write every day, I forget what has happened. This is not that difficult since the days blend into each other.

There was the day that we hiked up to the fortress ruins and were joined by a very cute brown bearded dog that seemed to be part mountain goat. In the same bay was Ali Baba’s Restaurant, set in an unlikely spot. There was a dock, and a restaurant, and that was it. In the restaurant, lo and behold we finally found the towels that we have been searching for! Who would’ve thunk? And we even did a good job bargaining, since the shopkeeper/waiter told us quietly to not tell anyone else. ;-)

There was the morning swim where Brandie, Dan, Mark and I watched a man come by boat to feed and water the goats, and where we were amazed by the number of sounds that goats can make.

There was the hike that Vanda did on her own that made us all have a new rule -- Nobody hikes alone. Mark and Neena went to “rescue” her (although in the end she didn’t need the rescue) but when we watched her from the yacht she appeared to be stuck on the summit of a rock face. Gave us all a pretty good scare.

And there was the second waterski day where I put my back out. But it didn’t stop me from riding on the “ringo” – why it is called that I don’t know, since the name on it says “Jobe Scream”. Now THAT was super fun!