Gab Gab Beach, Guam

I have to post photos of our last occasion with friends on Guam. I was packing after that and flew to Pohnpei for a week, where the internet is very slow, so I have not been able to continue the story of winter quarter in Guam/Micronesia until now. We are safely back at home at this point, and school started up today, but the memories of our special trip linger on.

Some friends who work for the Navy made arrangements to get us and any of our friends who wanted to come onto the base for an afternoon at Gab Gab Beach. What a beautiful spot, among the nicest on Guam, with clear blue water, and lovely sand.

A cabana large enough to shade two picnic tables was reserved for our group.

To the left was the beach. Straight ahead is a place dug out and cemented it making a lovely salt water swimming pool for the kids. In the distant far right is a jetty out into the possibly the best snorkelling on Guam. Snorkelling photos will be in the next post.

There was no shortage of fun in this pool. All the kids had such a nice time.

We had such a nice time swimming and talking in the shade. We were people from different countries, backgrounds, and food preferences, and yet our friendship was so sweet. We will miss these dear people so much!

Thank you so much for accepting us so quickly and making our time in Guam so special.

We love you all, and hope to see you again soon. There is always room at our house for a visit from any of you. May God bless you!

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