In fact my heart would have stopped if I ate all of the ice creams I just saw. Cake batter ice cream. I've found a new home. Anyway, prior to ice cream we headed north under sort of sunny skies. We saw a lighthouse, markets, mountains, markets, shops, markets and whales (not my reflection in the Walmart mirrors). We even tried the pool, spa and gym. Remember the restaurant we couldn't find? We found it. It literally had people hanging out the doors. The curse is still alive. After being extremely hesitant, Annette decided that a helicopter ride around the island would be fun. That should give us enough time to buy some brown undies.
I walked to the window of the golf shop today and peered at the Callaway Big Bertha Diablo driver - "It will be mine, oh yes it will be mine" - not much more to tell. I settled for a normal size rocky road ice cream - maybe tomorrow it will be the cake batter.
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