Seattle to Mozambique

I had a great green St. Patty’s day. There was no green beer or fake leprechaun hats but miles of beach and many a bright green palm tree. I went with Shelagh (who brought her Bruce Willis notebook—and added some great drunkin’ ramblings), my friends Bruno and Diana. We had a lovely day at the beach, swam in the river that forms the other margin of Savanah island and then wandered back to our cabin to start the coals for our meat. And meat we had!!!! Kilos and kilos of meat. Part of the issue was that we were supposed to be joined by two other people who decided at last minute to not spend the night. So we were filled with meat that had to be cooked or wouldn’t have lasted the night. We also had beer (unfortunately not green) and I made a little tomato/onion/garlic topping for our meat. I tried my best but was only able to get through half of my steak. Shelagh, oh Shelagh, in all her wonderfulness was able to finish her steak through and through and topped that off with 10 beers. Bruno tried hard to keep up but was not able to surpass the Irish girl on St. Patty’s day. We danced jigs with Shelagh’s i-pod stuck in our ears, we skinny dipped in the dark ocean (with massive bio-luminescence!!!!!!!—I have to add that to the creatures I love), and made films of the drunken ramblings of Shelagh being “deep”. I had a fantastic St. Patty’s day!!!!!