Quite a difference from last Saturday in Cuba.
As Mary and I waited for the airport bus at the end of our very pleasant week one of our new friends sauntered by. She and her husband were at the resort for two weeks and we had gotten to know them fairly well - matter of fact, we had spent quite a bit of time together and loved every minute.
"Pat, would you take a picture of Mary and me?" I called out.
"Sure," she answered, reaching for my camera. "This is a sad day."
I was happy to be wearing sunglasses to cover the good-bye tears, leaking out, despite my best effort to squash the emotions that rise when somebody is about to say nice things.
"It's a sad day. This means my holiday is half gone," she concluded, clicking the shutter.