Bucky remembers the sun

Ah, the winter rains have begun.  This is the time I used to start saving all my spare change in the "Moving to American Samoa Fund."  Instead, I can now remember warm and tropical vacations.  And since Bucky was on the last one, and is now frolicking in So. Cal., I thought I would travel with him today. 

Here we are. buckled in on our Quantas flight on the way to Australia.  Bucky was able to stretch out and get a really good night's rest.  He may have been the only one on the plane who did.  Seventeen hours is a LOOONG time to fly.

When we got to Sydney, we had to wander around for a few hours until our hotel room was available.  This was a display in one of the shopping alleys in The Rocks.  Bucky likes to play, "One of these things is not like the others."

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 We stopped at a jewelry shop to look over the lovely pearls, and Bucky of course made friends and flirted dreadfully.











There were many more adventures in Sydney, and our astonishingly gracious friends Janette and Marc made us feel as welcome as beloved family for three days.  Or was it more?  I was so tired.

Then we began our trans-pacific cruise.  Bucky spent many a happy hour leaning on the rail, gazing at the blue, blue ocean.













We met Destination Dave who is quite the world traveler, having been to India and the bottom of the Grand Canyon and Wales, and China.  Dave travels with an extended family who know how to spread the fun around.  He also has quite an extensive wardrobe, but Bucky, being quite the dapper young ram, felt no jealousy.





Bucky makes friends wherever he goes.  This charming little faun adorned the bench next to our elevator.

















And doesn't this fellow look like the eagle from the Muppet Show?

















Our favorite place to make friends though, was on Dravuni Island in Fiji.

Bucky decided to go native on the white sand beach amid the palm trees.












He tried some cool fresh coconut water. It was very nice.  He decided not to go swimming because the water was so warm it might have felted his wool.  But he lounged and lazed and slotted around like a real tourist.









He even went native with a lava lava like all the native men were wearing.  There were no native sheep.   He thinks back to that serene happy day whenever the rain gets cold and the wind blows it sideways, and remembering makes him feel warmer all over.