This is what it all about. Fun in the sun.
Then you find the guy in a leather jacket checking his pictures on a 1" screen. I love candids :)
I had been talking about wanting one of these recently and then I saw it... I've got to get me one of those!
I've REALLY got to get me one of those!
The town had some really nice shops and architecture.
And we even found a mini-me version of Chance is a Harley shop. And yes, the chicks in the shop let Chance in and adored him.
As we were gearing up to leave we noticed the seedy back streets of this lovely town.
And this image pretty much sums up my vacation. Odd.
At this point we heard that our ailing Chili-pep took a turn for the worst. We left early on Monday to return home and bury our dear companion.
Don't laugh... but upon arriving home to bury our Schipperke, Chi, I found an empty peanut butter container in my driveway. My wife later pointed out that it was a container of Skippy. A sign that he is still with us? And he lived to be 13... That number just keeps on popping up in my life. Maybe I'll wait thirteen years before vacationing again.
