Today was our last full day. Sob. But also happy to be home as I hate the travel days. That scary arrangement was still on the breakfast board. I think today will be its last day. Here are the delicious blueberry muffins. They are small, so I get to have two. More fried eggs and bacon. I do love bacon. They make it just right here. Nice and crisp. Some places serve bacon undercooked. There is nothing worse, because then you have to nibble around the underdone pieces. Heaven forbid, you abstain. You just pray that you don’t get ptomaine poisoning. Lunch was just me again. Good thing I like myself. The same blue corn chips with the trio of condiments. And you thought condiment only referred to ketchup! I had the mahi mahi on greens. I liked the orange slices with it. I do not eat olives, so I ignored them as best as I could. When my sisters and I were growing up my little sister liked to put the black olives on her finger, and then wave them around! It was very amusing! I did get two cookies as I was the only one at lunch. Yesterday I said I was eating by myself, but we did get some incoming guests today, so I ate with them. Today they took off in the car and I ate by myself again.
Our second night at Delphi this year we had the concierge and a coworker from Winding Bay (a private villa community, formerly the Ritz Carlton) at dinner. I talked with them about the possibility of going there for a massage. They were going to get back to me, but never did. She had warned me that the spa was not open to the public, and that I could buy a membership that would give me discounts on golf and spa. Well, paying $15,000 for a membership to save 20% on my massage is not my idea of a good deal. While I was busy eating, reading and generally just laying about Steve was busy fishing. This is a picture of one of the fish that Steve caught on Friday. On his lower lip you can see the fly that Steve used. The hook was well set, that fish was going nowhere but into Steve’s arms!
Speaking of fish, here is a picture of J from the UK. We have often seen J when we are at Delphi as he usually comes the same week we do in December. This fish is a barracuda. They have some teeth! Here is the side view. That is some fish! J has as his goal to catch a permit. Some people say that it takes about 1000 attempts to land a permit. That means not only just casting willy nilly, but to actually see and cast at the fish. So far J is nil on catching a permit. Steve was so inspired after he caught his December fish to try to catch one also. Steve is now also nil at catching permit. In fact, the next day, Steve went right back to fishing for bonefish. Here is a picture of someone from somewhere who was lucky enough to catch a permit. The man looks happy, the fish less so. I don’t want to think about the poor soul who gets to wash those pants of his! What a mess!
Anyway this was the last morning for J at Delphi. He is single, and as you can see, very attractive once you take the schmatte from his head. He must make good coin as he goes fishing all over the world. If you are interested forward me your curriculum vitae. He did tell me he was looking for someone like me – lets their husband go off fishing without complaint, needn’t wear a bag over her head most of the day, laughs at jokes, and can follow a conversation. Hopefully he was looking for a younger version. If you go by the appropriate age of couple metric, (half your age plus seven) he would have to be 38 to be eligible for me. I think he is younger than 38. So Steve needn’t worry about me straying. At least to be with J. Ha Ha Steve! First canapé was tuna poke. Then we had these very out of focus conch fritters. Our first course was a delightful quail broth. It seems to be out of focus also. No need to adjust your screen controls. I had the hogfish with risotto. Steve had the duo of Cornish hens. We had a cheese plate again, so I asked for ice cream. This is a picture of Jason, the chef. You can see the cheese course next to him.
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