Not mine, but a friend’s here at the retreat. She decided to have her breakfast out on the deck because it was such a nice morning. When she got up to refill her coffee, a monkey came up and walked off with her toast. I don’t know what kind, a local told me they call them Blau, or Blue monkeys. I’m not sure why, they’re not blue, but they are a good size, bigger than a beach ball.
Another one came up and started to come in the window right next to where we were eating and then someone shooed him off. They are pests to the locals, but at least they’re cute pests. The locals roll their eyes, but I was as thrilled as one of my little boys would have been. On the outside, I’m saying, “Wow, how about that… how interesting.” Inside I am gleefully jumping up and down and clapping my hands, saying “Yayy! Monkeys!” I wanted to put some fruit out to see if they would come back, but was dissuaded from doing so. My adult brain understands, but my little boy inside said “Awwww, c’mon. Pleeease?”