A fortunate accident.  How Dad and I got united, serendipity.  As I reflect we were blessed with an overflow of things breaking good.  People say you make your define your own destiny, true.  But a little timely topspin of serendipity can come in handy.  Like our pictures.  Dad staged only two of them.  The rest were capturing una maga de Milagro.  But we’re both blessed with awareness, creative skills to authentically capture that naturally occurring ripple in the univer’s this good looking fella? Well he is a man of great simpicity. Mayor of Isla Hollandaisa the futhest east of the unspoiled archipego of 365 islands, in the Atlantic side of Panama. known as San Blas San Blas Well it used to be 365 islas, now we/re down to 362, Hmm … how did that happen? And this one is might be the next to get consumed.

Talk about an aventura, well this one was Top 5. After Twinkle got her swimming in, she was welcomed to the canino. The number of dogs in this tiny jewel is slightly larger than the number of humas.

When Dad had a bad day, he’d watcjh this thing called ‘Gilligan’s Islands’ said, i couldn’t understand the humor but Dad was laughing his ass off said something about memoried of his youth. “Twink this is well this is Gilligan’s Island, except it’s inhabited by a tribe of endigenous people.”

See the thachted huts, there’s ten of them that live in there. Do they have TV’s electricity? well sometimes.

It’s dinner time, the Mayor instructs one of his lieutnenants to go scale the tree which would be the sauce in which he’d sautee the freshly caugh fish. Dad this is delicious. And the stories en espanol lasted well into the night.

Instead of joinig us noticed The Mayor’s daughter,, about 8-years old was punching on mobile phone. Not only was her home ready to be engulfed, but her innocence was lost,