A Lighthouse. And Aliens.

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When we got up last Friday morning (Steve’s day off) the sky looked like this.

And so we did this.

And saw this.

And ate lunch here.

And saw flocks of houses perched between sea and sky.

And we climbed this. All 268 steps of it.

We saw this . . .

. . . and this.

Not to mention this.

I felt compelled to do the quintessential tourist pose.

At one point during our lighthouse adventure I said, “Steve! Look! Those people on the ground look just little ants!”

And he said, “Becky, those are ants. We haven’t started climbing yet.” (sorry. bad joke.)

But seriously. When we DID finally get to the top? The people below really were sort of ant-like! (In a sort of non ant-like way.)

At the end of our climb, we posed for a picture, never dreaming of the adventure that was waiting for us.

Never dreaming that we were about to encounter . . . aliens!

You thought I was kidding?

Steve’s philosophy is, “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”

And his further philosophy is that you should stick your head into the house of aliens to see what it looks like.

Um. If you’ve never seen inside a spaceship it looks, well, sort of like a beat up RV. Or at least this particular spaceship did.

We went from the alien spaceship to a darling little Post Office.

Isn’t it so cute?

And then we got some candy bars and drinks.

And pointed our happy, tired selves toward home.

(Tomorrow I’ll fill you in what happened with my broken camera and answer a few questions/comments. See ya then!)