I did a really bad thing today: told the Hubby that I was ready to go home. I know, sad. But I'm not good at that relaxing thing at the best of times. The beach is fabulous, I never tire of watching the waves, or walking along the water's edge. But I do get restless for my home and the stuff I enjoy doing there.

I even had to suggest a burger tonight - we ended up at Five Guys and I loved it. Even their fries tasted yummier than usual. I was just ready for something other than deep fried fish.

Went on a long long walk to the end of the island. A brochure says the island is 2.5 miles long. I'm certain that we walked much much further than that. Got some more sun, but at least had the sunblock on thicker today, so the feet are fine.