One day, any day on Bonaire

It is early, the sun is not up yet, but I am. Captain is inforsing his sleeping right. To early to cook, coffee is instant. I seat on the deck, put a piece of chicken on the hook and dip it into the aquarium undernith the boat. It is breakfast time for fish. At seven, cruise ship sneaks into the harbour. On the shore people start stretching, walking, running, before the sun shines the heat down on everybody. It is to early for divers, who spent part of the night under the water. Then, the first cars on the road along the shore start beeping, greating the walkers and the runners. I hear noises in the cabin. Captain is up. Time to play tennis. The sun is burning off the clouds, the courts are hot. We did good, lasting an hour and a half. We pick up a baguette in a deli shop and dinghy back to our floating home. It is swimming time, then lunch, a few games of cards, captain's nap, while I feed chichen to the fish again. Mid afternoon we dinghy to the marina, then walk a mile along the shore, each time admiring 'Nada', when we go by her, to Kralendijk. We walk through the town, nothing is new. We stop for an icecream and buy some mangos on the Venezuela's market, then walk back to the marina. It is four in the afternoon, kids are out of school. They come to the shore to show off their sailing skills. Sunfish sailboats look like butterflys with their colourfull sails. One tips over in the gust, oh, another one! But they pull the sails out of the water and race on. It doesn't matter that they are wet, the air is hot. After dinner we play ten games of dominos. Another day in paradise is over.