Del Boca Vista Baby!

Thought I'd share some pics of the casa. . .what we now like to refer to as our retirement community. There are just too many parallels between us and a group of retired Floridians. We have our identical houses lined up beside eachother. Thin sheets of aluminum and wood divide our patios but we're still able to see over or through them. So we bark like old woman at eachother "anybody home over there?" Our screen doors slam as we come and go. We have our clothes lines hung up, laundry just blowin in the breeze. We sit and talk about going to get some exercise. But don't. Then we complain about the heat, celebrate when cocktail hour finally arrives, complain some more about the heat, and then play gin rummy (5 baht buy-in). The other night we all cheered when Emily brought home a game of Scrabble. I mean I've been called a grandma before. . .but this is getting scary.

Just shootin' the breeeeeeeze

Blue skies right out my bedroom window
Our crazy steep staircase

A place to lounge. . .on the wooden furniture

Peekin through to the next retiree's patio