We call it catching, not fishing.

A low-key weekend around here...did some design work, and went a little nuts at the craft

store on scrapbook stuff.  Nathan got up early Sunday morning around 6 to go fishing with

Ron, a co-worker on NASA's exclusive beach. 

I told him not to come home unless you have dinner...so this is what we brought...

 

A 4.5ft. Black tip shark. 

I Was thinking of putting the head in the mailbox with the mouth open...but

I don't really want to piss off the mail lady that bad. It'd be a funny joke though right? 

He has REALLY sharp teeth, just like needles....no tongue, no bones in this creature. Their

skin feels like a cat's tongue, very fine sandpaper texture.

Who's coming for dinner? Shark steaks are very good and a delicacy here.

Hope ya'll had a good weekend!

Love The Beach

Although its hot as hell here in the summer, I love living by the beach. Yesterday I grabbed a new book and went there alone to cleanse the soul and enjoy a good story. I love the wind, the smell, the water, the sand, the wildlife...everything about it.

I love that there are signs at every boardwalk that warn you not to mess with the Sea Turtle nests..these little creatures are so beautiful. This little guy is about to get his first taste of salt water..where he will be spending the rest of his life.

Scopello, beautiful sea

When the sun is warm and the sky incredibly blue, starts "the desire of the sea".

I will tell about a wonderful place, that in addition to its natural beauty, it contains in itself also an inexplicable sense of mystery.

Its name is Scopello, is located in the province of Trapani between Castellammare del Golfo and San Vito Lo Capo, one hour away from Palermo.

The courtyard of Scopello is located on a cliff showing a breathtaking view over the sea where there are two rocks that give the name to Scopello, in greek Skopelos means just rocks, and perhaps the Arabs gave to the town the nickname of Iscubul (rock). The small courtyard is formed by a few stone houses and a “Gebbia” (drinking). The atmosphere is serene, pleasant, air wafts a mild smell of sheep's milk.

Above the rocks there is the Torre bennistra of the sixteenth century and the ruins of a Saracen tower.

Higher up the wood of Scopello, which was one of the estates of Ferdinand III of Bourbon.

To add more charm to the place there is the old "tonnara" now disused, which maintains the structures of the past, and stands where once stood the ancient city of Cetaria (city of tuna), which disappeared along with his tonnara, which was then reconstructed by the Arabs.

What makes this place special is the rocky coastline, broken by the bay pebble Guidaloca by an "emerald sea", not far away the beautiful rocks emerging by a crystal clear water and seem to have been placed there by the hand of a giant mythological.

Near Scopello is the reserve of Zingaro, which is a charming place to walk in nature with a beautiful view and the possibility to reach the beautiful bays where you can have a pleasant swim.Of note for the greedy ones, that in this whole area they can eat very well, and above all can taste the fish cus cus.

Until about fifteen years ago, Scopello was still inhabited by a few people in the place, and there were not tourists, I can still remember the pleasant feeling proven, the smells and the taste special to me, a little strange, who had the cream of my giant ice cream cone, due to the milk just milked. Now tourism has grown, there are restaurants and little hotels, but has not transformed the atmosphere of simplicity and serenity that you can still breathe.