Rarotonga, Cook Islands.

I will add since I have a few more already-paid minutes to use online.

Casey has sunburn on his shoulders (even though he put sunscreen on). The rest of him is getting very brown! I don’t know what I look like as I haven’t looked in the mirror since we spent the morning at the beach…ahhh, so pretty. So clean. So quiet.

We keep seeing this one dog whenever we come into town…he is totally a mottled brown and black (is “mottled” a word?). He looks like a totyal mutt, and we call him “Tiger”. He just trots around like the other dogs. He’s pretty savvy about crossing the street, too–he’s like my old dog, Tinaa, who would look both ways before she crossed the street. A survivor.

Oh, I’m out of time!