Sally's Blog a/k/a Home Movies

This story is dedicated to Celeste "Sally" Cheeseman. She inspired the idea. She speaks of her home with love.

There is a place called Tortola. If you go to Cuba and make a right, you will hit it.

No, I did not live in this house.

 And I did not live on this boat,

 I DID live on this boat.

 There were lots of fun things to do in Tortola...

 Lots of REALLY CLEAN WATER to swim in. (this (This water is about 30 feet deep, you can clearly see the bottom)

HEY LOOK!!!

There are trees to climb. 

There are big rocks to climb over. 

And under. 

 And through...

But life is not all play. sometimes you have to work.

There is  pleanty of help.

There is rumor of pirates on Tortola.

When I was a child , for a period, I lived in Ocean City, Maryland. During the summer I had a job taking care of dolphins, sea lions and a 300 year old turtle at a local marineland. These are my children.

If you are looking for fancy hotels, don't go to Tortola. But if you want pure beauty... Paradise... it is there. The airport in Tortola is on a small island called Beef Island. To get onto Beef Island you must pass a toll booth, which consists of a man clad in very worn shorts, a tee shirt and sandles, sitting on a beach chair outside a small shack. When you pass the toll, you deposit your money in a half coconut shell screwed onto a stick.

I hope you enjoyed sharing some fond memories. Do you have any you would like to share?