We had a nice bbq: grilled prawn and lobster tails on a bed of arugula and baby spinach, coal-baked eggplants stuffed with feta, and grilled mangoes and pineapple basted with ginger butter. (I didn't particularly care for the mango. It wasn't bad, but it made me think of pumpkin, and I didn't mean to be eating pumpkin at that particular moment.)
J hurt his back at work a few days ago, so he wasn't up to much, but we went to the beach later on, and I swam while he relaxed on the sand.
Voilà, our first Christmas in the tropics. Call me nuts, but I would have preferred the cold.