The ABC Islands. Or, in the Holland America sequence, the B-C-A Islands.
First, Bonaire:
Those are my ribs on the left side of my chest, after brushing up against Fire Coral while snorkeling. Never a good idea.
Yum.
View out our window, leaving Aruba at sunset.
Then it was on to Everglades National Park.
Roseate Spoonbill, one of the many species (exotic to Shannon and me) that reside around the Flamingo Campground at the very tip end of Florida's mainland. BTW there are no flamingos there; they ate them all a hundred years ago.
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