Moving along, one step at a time. I did a 7K Sunday stroll around San Isidro, and it looked this:

It’s getting to be a Sunday tradition that I feed the girls at Hideaway Bar. Hey, it’s something we can all look forward to sharing. I baked up a batch of brownies for the brown knees and stopped at Chooks To Go:

I shared a few drinks with Joy but did not partake in the meal. I had a hankering for something different. It had been way too long since my last visit to Mango’s beach bar.

When the rain subsided, I headed back to the highway. Was surprised to see Queen Victoria open on a Sunday, so I dropped in. I was the only customer, and I could tell they were waiting for me to hurry and finish my drink so they could close early. I’m not saying that in a mean way; they were all kind and friendly towards me, even going next door to buy some soda water for my gin drinks.

So, I had been hoping for an invite from my friend to visit Kamto, but it never came. I enjoy her company but don’t want to intrude on her space as she pursues new opportunities. I’ve moved on, but I’m not at the point where I want to witness her cuddling with someone else. Yeah, I’m pathetic, I know.

Instead, I went to Snackbar. I’ve got to say, the ladies there always make me feel special. Yep, they are good at their job, and I’m always happy to play along. It was a nice way to finish my evening. The trike stand is right across the road, and I made it home none the worse for wear. I am getting better at pacing myself for the “buzz” without the being stupid drunk part.

A decent night’s sleep, then up to face another day.

It’s Hash Monday, so my standard morning walk is the short 5K trek to and from Baloy Beach.

And that’s where things stand with me. I’m just going to keep plugging away. Thanks for stopping by; I’ll be back tomorrow.