Eh. This picture totally doesn't cut it. But for about the 20th time on this trip I started down a little path, and said, "(groan) If I go down there, I will have to climb all the way back up." This time, I went about half way down.
That is one of the famous black sand beaches. Apparently, the prettiest, most famous, most photographed one was destroyed by lava.
Driving back, I actually saw a sign for the statue, and still couldn't find it. Then I gave up. Which ticks me off just a bit because I later read in my little guide book that there is a fabulous used book store about a block away.
So, tonight being the horrible Hallmark Holiday, I am going to run to the little market for fruit and bread and cheese to have dinner in my room with Professor Rogers so as to see about finishing Paradise Lost . Of course, after those last two lectures is Paradise Regained, but never mind that now.
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