The American Thanksgiving marked our third week in paradise, and we're finally settling into a routine (of sorts). It begins pretty much as it does anywhere--with a piping hot cup of coffee as we ease into the day ahead.
Meanwhile, John continues to explore. Yesterday he returned to Shell Island and probably felt rather small compared to this freighter. It's just one of many that frequents the Panama City harbor.
He snapped a pic of what lies behind all those rocks...
And spotted a squadron of pelicans.
Once he arrived, he had Shell Island to himself.
Not another human in sight, but he did spot three rays in the water. Look closely, they're the dark blotches just below the surface.
Then, he gathered up some large and impressive shells. He even brought two back for me. Isn't that sweet?!
We've got plenty to be thankful for. Not just today, but every day.
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