If you have ever wondered what it's like to be with someone alone for several days in the middle of the ocean, just look at this picture carefully. The devilish look with a mouth full of something that would remind anyone of a cannibal having dinner... Amy did not want to post this, but relented after she remembered the picture of me in the Aunt Jemima headgear and black eye. In my defense, we were on a passage, and I was trying not to have to do dishes. I was eating a taco, of course, and the tortilla started to fall apart into the sink. Hey, that's my dinner! So I put the remainder in my mouth, but there was more left than I thought leaving Valentina sauce on my mouth and leaving me looking like a chipmunk. Of course Abe had to take a picture. I really have better manners than that. Really!