A comment made me remember Cook Islands. It was great! We had a bungalow with our very own crab. A crab that lived in a hole in the sand on our terrace. I named him Konrad. Konrad the crab.
And I can see that I already then had my beloved purple flip-flops that I had to throw away earlier this year. They were falling apart. Too bad, they were only like 10 years old.
Friday, November 22, 2013
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