What a juicy little island Grand Cayman is. On most wall maps you can’t even see her, it’s such a shame. She’s just a wee little speck in the Caribbean and her seven-mile beach is one of the most pristine places these brown eyes have seen.
I’d like to introduce you to another wicked woman blogger, she is why I began to blog. I’ve known her for many years and we have drunk down many a Guinness together even leaving the Guinness draft tap running one busy night, slinging pints of Ireland’s finest at waiting patrons. We’ve also got our complete-stellar funk-out, dancing to the Smoothies, where only the Lions dare roam. Those were the times, sometimes hard, sometimes good. Life took it’s turn down a windy road and there were a few years of distance. Fastforward to the phenom of Facebook and we reunite through the wonderous virtual pages of Facebook. Her life blossoming like no other, our past behind us and the future ahead we salute each other to good health and happiness.
Around Christmastime 2010 a surprise arrived in the mail. Now I’m not going to tell you everything that was in this beautiful gift, but know it was the most sentimental surprise someone could find.