As I expected from her photos, the Gardens were photo-op central--not just of flora, though, but also of the local fauna. None of the birds stayed still for long or were close enough for my wimpy point and shoot, but I did get some shots of a familiar form:
Not as fat as Calvin's, but still fun to watch. |
While our fellow tourists chuckled at our antics, Others were not so amused. In fact, one in particular looked down upon us:
Island Creamery, that is. Not only is the ice cream superb (fresh made daily), but the walls are covered with photos of patrons. All you have to do is snap a selfie, stick your SD card in their printer, and then stick your photo on the wall. Unfortunately, we had a table in the center, so I couldn't creep on former customers, but S. made sure to point out a photo from her previous visit.
So once we finished our double scoops (inside-out Oreo and Berry for her, inside-out Oreo and Nutella for me, in case you were wondering), we took our photo. Well, S. took it, because she's actually good at taking these kinds of pictures. I think it's her longer arm. Or maybe it's raw talent.
These lovely mugs are now decorating the walls of Island Creamery. |
You do know you can call me Sanna on the internetz right? Or are you trying to make me sound more mysterious? I like your posts, by the way.
ReplyDeleteI know. I just tend to use initials when I talk about other people. And when you're a published author, I want people to know that I knew S. Gabriel was awesome before she hit it big. :)
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