We have just gone through a holiday that has many different meanings and brings to mind many different thoughts. Jim, my husband and I were reminiscing about past years at Christmas time and came up with a wide range of remembrances starting with junior high school and working up from there.
Last week I said that I would talk about some treasure hidden seven fathoms deep in the ocean. There are many documented shipwrecks around the Cayman Islands and stories about lost treasures are told to anyone who is willing to listen.
Some are printed with maps that can help you find the treasures.
My husband, Jim, and I were enjoying a bowl of oatmeal before we started out to take a journey that was somewhat familiar yet totally new. We were waiting to hear our number called to board a tender for a journey full of sights and flavors of Grand Cayman.
There was a time, not too long ago, when we could tell some of the days of the week just by walking down the street. Monday was washday and lines would be filled with the laundry, letting the sun and wind freshen and dry the clothes. Sounds easy but if laundry is not taken care of regularly it will build up quickly.