Number 8

People eventually stop counting little things, and start counting bigger things. For example I don't know how many days old I am. Parents eventually lose count of the number of months old their babies are. I imagine that if we all lived a thousand years, we'd eventually stop counting birthdays.

I'm now about one month into my experience here in the Caribbean. Our band is changing again as we are with a piano player again as of today, and without our new trombone player as of next week. The constant change calls for new tunes and new arrangements so it keeps you on your toes. I'm really learning a lot, and this band is great for my guitar chops.

I took a bunch of pictures of Half Moon Cay a few days ago, but I haven't managed to post them yet. Our ship internet connection is very slow, so I have to wait for a faster line at a port. I hope to update my website, www.cyberyaniv.com, some time soon as well.