As planned, we had a low-key Christmas afternoon and night camping at our favorite beach park.
It is one of the most beautiful places on the planet, and it’s less than half an hour from our island home.
It was a fabulous way to spend Christmas, just chatting, sipping tequila añejo, watching Luna the Big Dog™ cavorting. It was pretty windy, though, and our tent-on-top camper was luffing badly which interfered with our sleep. I also think I was having some trouble with a medication adjustment. I didn’t sleep even after the wind stopped and consequently spent much of Boxing Day napping.
The consequence was that I got to enjoy a beautiful skyscape with quite a few shooting stars and a lot of contemplative thinking with a backdrop of crashing surf.
—2p