It was rainy the day we arrived.
Santa Isabel, the village on the north end of the island.
Check out the rock on the left...
It's supposed to be he head of Henry Morgan.
And this slice in the mountain east of his head is purported to be his butt! The “full moon” rose just to the left of Henry Morgan's butt on Thursday. We still naively thought it was quite beautiful because we hadn't heard the story yet! Actually, in “hindsight”, Travis proposed to me when the full moon was on the butt... It's never a simple story with us, is it?
The party animals in Providencia...
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