Same Dust, Different Direction

Friday was Children's Day, so all the schools were having big parties for the kids, which gave us a day to play tourist. We went to the north end of the island to Tarrafal. The mountains were tall, the beach was nice, the water was salty, and the sun was hot. We had chicken and rice and French fries again. I asked Tiffany if that was pretty much it for menu selection, or whether that was just the easiest thing to make for 50 people. She sad that's pretty much it.

Hit a good bump on the way home, and the spare tire fell down, so we had to stop for that. Isn't Phillip's hat just lovely?