Work. Work. More work.
We went to the local farmer's market this morning and were disappointed to not find more in the way of good produce. There were, however, some very original local art and crafts being sold. It takes a special kind of person to appreciate these wares.
I am slowly adjusting to small island life. When I needed to pick up a few groceries for tonight's chilaquiles dinner, I rode the bike to the store. What an interesting change of pace...
About to watch another movie: Guy Pearce's Proposition.
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