Lanzarote. . .land of sun, beaches, pool time, and lazy days. NOT THIS WEEK!!! Who knew that clouds could and would settle over the island and stay, bringing wind, chilly weather, and rain on the continuum of mist to downpours.
Tuesday. . .
Wednesday. . .
Thursday. . .
But never mind, as Brits would say. We are having a blast. Each evening we declare that we will never get cancer, because “ isn’t there some research that says that if you laugh each day until your belly hurts, you won’t get cancer.” Well, even if Mr. Google might not support that exact theory, we have laughed until we could hardly breathe each day.
Much of our laughter has to do with Don’s backpack. It may have started when I asked if he had a Kleenex and he proceeded to tell us all the things he carries with him:
Acid reducing pills
Two rain ponchos
And the occasional. . .kleenex
And then there are the “almost real” things that magically appear in the backpack:
A pair of twin kangaroos
A rain cloud
A stray cat who jumped in during a fish dinner. . .and had kittens IN the backpack.
A piece of baklava (pronounced “back lava” by the Brits in our midst)
A bottle of caramel vodka
Water from the drained swimming pool
A can of olives and anchovies
A battery-operated whisk with Union Jack handle
“What’s in your rucksack today, Don?” Jayne would ask.
Some among us even wet our pants laughing (??)
I guess you just had to be there. . . .