So Monday it was back to work, back to school, and back to the washing. Ross' pack from his trip was full of dirty laundry, cheap sunglasses, souveniers, and I'm sure I don't even know. His room was as if a bomb had hit and he'd been home 24 hours.
The students at school were putty in my hands, all rested, refreshed and once again amazed at my clever teaching strategies. That usually lasts one and one half days. This time, this country, this hemisphere it was no exception.
Pat, inspired by Aaron's backyard river fishing, had a pole in the water each day this week.
Peaceful in Paradise.
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