An excursion only really capable of doing by car, was to Isla Lemuy and Parques Yayanes.  The drive was another spectacular one, through beautiful scenery and across a body of water on a quick ten minute ferry ride.  

The island was small but also well occupied and I was surprised to see not one but two small primary schools on our drive around the island, which took about an hour from north to south.  We got to the bottom of the island before I realised that we had gone too far and the turn off for the park we were visiting was further back.  There was only one main road running through the island, so there wasn't much call for despair.  

We reached the park entrance and were greeted by two fat golden labradors.  A lady then appeared and advised us we could walk through the small park and then return to her for lunch.  

There was a long, wooden hanging bridge at the start of the walk which the kids thought was fun, and the dogs decided they would join us on our journey too, which was nice because it reminded us of the dog walks we used to go on with our own dog back home.  

The park walk was not long and very easy, but took you through mixed forest, had a small waterfall and a clearing next to a river that the dogs enjoyed splashing around in.  We did enough to work up a small appetite for lunch.  

We entered the restaurant, took a seat and ordered from a basic menu.  While we were waiting two birds of prey flew over and perched themselves on a bannister.  We were told by the waitress they were "pets" of a sort, so we watched and took photos while we waited for our lunch.  

While eating lunch Edith told me she loved tomatoes.  But she said tomatoes in the American way.  I looked at her and said "tomatoes, not tomatoes."  She replied "no, they're tomatoes".  I know this story doesn't write well on a blog, but if you read it with differing accents in your head, then you get the idea.  This conversation went on for longer than was humanly necessary "tomato", "no tomato", "no they're tomatoes", but she didn't get it.  Lorne's face of despair when he realised that maybe, just maybe, the kids would develop some sort of international weird accent was priceless and I secretly thought it was hilarious.  We still don't mention the day Axel called football soccer.