As we boarded the flight from Grand Cayman to Charlotte, I saw a man with a Kings Island bag. I asked him if he got that in Cincinnati and he said, yes, that's where him and his wife are from. They live in the Caymans most the year, but go back to Ohio for the rainy season. Brent asked, "When does rainy season start?" The man replied, "Now."
Turns out he was right.
Brent and I both said that rainy season "snuck up" on us. I don't know if that's because I've always had in my head that rainy season was July-August. Or maybe it was because the end of May flew by with Brent's parents visit and the trip to NJ. Whatever the reason, June and rainy season are upon us.
So far it's not so bad. It still seems to be hot and sunny most of the time, but there's usually a couple rainfalls a day. Sometimes they are merely a drizzle that lasts 5 minutes, sometimes they are a full blown thunderstorm. I was at the pool one day this week and it started lightly raining. I didn't even bother getting out of the pool, and within 10 minutes it was scorching hot again.
Brent and I went to the beach last Thursday and caught an interesting post-rain sunset. The water was choppy and the clouds were a dark purple-blue.
When you looked out to the horizon, you could see storms taking place in the distance.
Know what this means? Someone needs their nails clipped.
Walter's gotten quite brave in the water, even with the bigger waves (as long as he doesn't have to go past where he can touch).
Pretty sunset colors.
Walter getting a "lecture" (he wouldn't sit next to Brent for a picture).
Dog whisperer, Brent
Another magical night in Grand Cayman