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My guess would be the Fiji Islands and you had a traveling companion named Wilson who looked like a soccer ball.
Ha! Fabulous guess! Wilson was AWOL, but I did see a coconut that would suffice, LOL!
Really haven’t any idea, but its on the coast. Not La. or Texas. The wind is blowing. Really rocky and steep coast line. And some how I can tell you are enjoying your vacation. Bill
You’re right on 4 counts: On a coast. Not in LA. Not in TX. And I did thoroughly enjoy myself!
I’d forgotten your maiden name was Wilson..Of course I was referring to the Tom Hanks movie “Castaway” and his soccer ball Wilson and was not implying that the Wilson clan look like soccer balls.
I totally got it first time, George!!! See my above reply! You made me smile, though!
I know where so I’m not going to say anything! I just can’t wait to hear about it all! 🙂
I could talk about this trip for hours, and I may do just that next time I see you!
I wondered where you’d been! Lucky you! Given the palm trees, the palmettos, the rocks and the wind, I know where it isn’t: anywhere along the Gulf coast. The palms pretty much rule out the NE, and it doesn’t look like California, so I’m going to say the islands: maybe the Virgin Islands? Wherever, I can’t wait to hear about it!
Yes, lucky, blessed me! Not NE and not Cal, but you’re getting warm!
Tulum, Mexico?
Have you been there?
Yes. In the 1970’s my husband and I hitch hiked to Mexico and ended up staying in a grass hut near Tulum. We slept in hammocks and enjoyed swimming in the gorgeous water and walking in that talcum powder sand. Our breakfast was prepared by Sra. Cancheb, who was our hostess. We also bought fish and she grilled it for us over an open fire. Snorkeling at Chel jai (sic) where the senotes met the salt lagoons provided exquisite visions of exotic colorful fish. Memories for a lifetime. It was hard to return to our regular lives of school teaching and college student. Your pictures conjured up lovely memories.
Oh how fabulous! How long ago was that, Caroline? How fun!
1975, so 40 years ago. Cancun was only a gleam in a developers eye. There were rumors that Cancun was going to happen. Pure heaven.
Costa Rica
Close, but no cigar!
Cozumel?
Hey you! You need to call me!!! Close, but just a ferry ride away . . . .
I know where you went so i will say the pics were bee-u-tee-ful!!!!! It really helps to get away. I went to DOMINICA and stayed a week with my son and we toured the island. He had won a scholarship to study in a third world country and help a company with there business.
Good for you! More soon . . . .
Looks like a photo I took in Tulum Mexico also in Acumal, Mexico (don’t know if I spelled that right) If you saw the Mayan Ruins you were in Mexico….awesome water isn’t it? Bluer than blue!!!
Yes, Sharon, you are absolutely right about that photo!
Beautiful view.