Idyllic Ibiza - Continued

Today, we went to a beautiful spa, got massages, and had a glorious time! By the way, something better did turn up-I've decided to not be in Pride and Prejudice, but instead (unless God has other plans) join a local homeschooling group and do our own production, and I'll also try to participate in shows around town! So, all's well that ends well! That last line was a Shakespeare play title- I adore the Bard, and here's how I imagine the scenario between he and Jane Austen  in Heaven-
Jane - (sniffling) Oh, poor, poor Isabel! Cassandra and I feel for her so, for we too suffered great disappointments in our lives!
Shakespeare-(patting her on the back, offering her his handkerchief) Don't weep, Miss Jane, I'll get our little Izzy out of this pickle! After all, the lass wast born on my birthday, not thyne!
Jane- (wiping her eyes, smiling at him) Work away, o Bard!
And there you have it!

The girls in our family at the spa- from left to right, my grandma, Aunt Leslie (she married my Uncle Jimmy), Aunt Hope and Aunt Lizzy (my mom's sisters),  Mom and I