Another Day in Paradise

Our days in Florianopolis seem to ripple like the tide-- in and out, in and out (could this be an entry into the bad first sentence contest?). Our chalet is very, very simple. So simple that it lacks screens-- thereby offering us the choice of sleeping via closed windows in stifling heat or open windows allowing swarms of mosquitos free access. Our mosquito count is -- Claire 89, Dana 35, and Maddie 106! However, we bought some mesh, pounded it into the sills, sprayed tons of poison all over and last night was better.

We have a daily rhythm. Breakfast of coffee, fresh fruit and bread. Clean up and read for a while. Go to beach or take a walk. Have simple lunch of leftovers or fruit. Take a nap. Have an afternoon outing. Come back, have a glass of wine or caipinirinas, grill outside. And always, always end the day with a walk to an ice cream stand down the street on the beach.

More good news is that Tracy's concussion continues to mend. We now make jokes about whoever is on Tracy's side in card games is called "Team Concussion." Making jokes is a good sign.