Friday night we went to see Lukas Nelson in his father's (Willie!) bar. It was an awesome show, with an odd mix of dirty hippie, dirty surfer and dirty redneck. Very nice.
E's house is surrounded by farm animals. Mostly of the goat and horse persuasion. Did you know that baby goats are basically puppies? They are the cutest, most amazing little animals on the plant. They bounce everywhere, tails wagging and heads bobbing. It is completely ridiculous. I'm in love.
Speaking of my puppies, I miss my dog.
His birthday is on the 27th and of course, I'm going to miss it. I'm weary of bringing him out here because he would have to stay outside because E is allergic to dogs (but less so cats? a likely story) and Oliver was just not raised to be an outside baby. I cried when I left him with my parents. You just can't explain to a dog that you're leaving for a while, but you'll come back to see him and he didn't do anything wrong. I am the worst dog-mom ever.
Now that I've turned myself into a weepy mess, here are those boring pictures of sand you were looking forward to, Steven:
These were all from the super-touristy, beach-front-condo part of the island.
I'd be okay with never going there again, but the beaches