Morning coffee

I love my morning coffee. If I don't have another cup all day, it doesn't matter once I've sat and lingered over this first morning Joe.

At home, this ritual is called "couch time" and is great for slowly bringing in the new day. Out here, alas, there is no couch. But I have to say that a boat deck over looking the Tobago Cays, with the occasional passing sea turtle to share it with, is a pretty good substitute.

Today we are heading back south, to Petite Martinique, and this little sand spit called Mopion, which contains nothing but one palm umbrella with one beer opener on it.