More varardero

So thinking anyone who's reading all of these might have a screw or two loose, regardless if for no one else's sake I will keep the memories alive for us so when Chelsea puts these all in book form like she did the first ones, they will make a wonderful library to look back on.  No pressure.  One of my favourite things to do is just sit at an outdoor cafe and people watch.  Dad just wants to look at pile after pile after pile of the same old same old.  So he ditched me, which is okay with me.  I'll just hang out.  The picture below may be the last one I see of him for a while.