This is possibly the most perfect experience I've ever had on a December day. Baby-blue skies, puffy clouds, turquoise water, gleaming white sand.... Violet, green and tiger-striped fishes below us. Silence, except for a few splashes and that Darth Vader breathing sound that you get in from the snorkel. Not to mention that our captain offered me his personal "noodle" when I asked for one
Lunch in a bistro across from the docks ("la salade de poulet avec exotic fruits"), and tendering back to the ship. My skin is glowing with a faint sunburn, and the salt is washed off. Oh it was lovely.
I did take a bunch of pictures today, but Bibb uploaded them to his computer and I'll have to get them. (Don't try to "share" anything electronic with this man.)
We've met a few blowhards and spoiled travelers, folks who seem to have a hard time putting up with any inconvenience or discomfort, but have met many more nice folks. Our assigned seating for the four "formal" dinners put us with a sister and brother from Canada; he's still there, and she now lives in Louisville, KY. We also met (over dinner tonight) a woman who's just starting her EDD in elementary special ed. Bob the piano guy. The Jennifers. Couple having a long vacation before his knee surgery makes them immobile for a bit.
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