I’m still skittish about fishes swimming around me. I mean, they are like birds that live in water. I don’t want birds flying around my head or legs or anywhere close to my bathing suit-clad body. So, no snorkeling. (Didn’t want to snorkel to begin with — and we’re not in the mood to get ripped off.)
We’ve really watched quite a bit of Star Wars on this trip. Probably more tonight. Which means I need to pre-emptively look up all the Star Wars wiki articles I might possibly be interested in reading since the wi-fi is only available at the resort bar, Coconuts. And it’s working now, huzzah!
The fears I had about how I looked in a bathing suit were so unfounded, it’s not even funny.
I wish the beach glass we keep finding was the beach glass people WANT to find instead of really scary looking shards of beer bottles.
Second day spent on the beach. I could get used to this.
Have I mentioned the conch fritters yet? Because THE CONCH FRITTERS. I have no word, y’all. No words.