The air here is supposed to be some of the cleanest air around the globe; 'virgin air', which has wafted over the landless Pacific for weeks. Mmmm....a deep breath feels so good here!
From this house I can see and hear the crashing sea, but it can not reach me. Even from the lagoon that borders the house and the adjacent champagne pond, the waves cannot reach us. The water in the pond is about 90 degrees - the water in our private snorkeling lagoon is about 94 degrees. The children are quite happy with this arrangement, taking after their hotspring-seeking parents. Aahhhhh...I love my kids!
This morning our whole family swam in the pond with the turtles. I counted six after just one lap around the pond. I was watching Supergirl snorkel around, flush with the excitement of being outnumbered by turtles, and felt a bit sad for Bubbles floating around in his baby float unable to see the turtle party going on underneath his feet. Just then, Grandpa Turtle popped up to take a breath not two feet away from the lucky baby, who saw, splashed and clapped in appreciation for the show.