C'est beau!

It's time for another list of what I learned on my vacation. This time, Little Cayman. British West Indies. (I love saying that.)




1. Sea cucumbers inspire one to invent the word "blobinous".

2. Boyfriend knows much about Avon's Skin So Soft. Perhaps too much.

3. I'm not sure how much I trust Dutch Peter, the maverick Dive Master.

4. Never defy Gladys. She'll hit you with a brochure.

5. Pink fish heralds the coming of the octopi.

6. Beware falling lizards.

7. Flip flops and lava rock don't mix.

8. Hermit crabs climb trees.

9. Two ladders tied together does not a lighthouse make.

10. When snorkeling above a shark, don't stop to think about how alone you are or how the boat is nowhere nearby.

11. Ubercrab owns the pier.

12. Driving on the left side of the road is fairly easy when the road circles the whole island and has no stop signs. Turning, however, is a bitch.

13. Oh boys, news flash. Drinking Baileys straight does not make it any more manly.

14. When the conch is booking it, make sure there are witnesses.

15. Burgess Meredith dwelt amongst the boobies and frigates.

Um, did I say scuba?

Update of the scuba diving class.

I hate scuba diving. Hate it, hate it, hate it. Could not possibly hate it more. Would rather have a root canal.

I was doing pretty well. We were in a training pool with a 4 foot ledge and the rest was 10 feet deep. Got through day one, but had some issues with one of the tests. That was taking the mask off underwater, putting it back on, and blowing through your nose to clear the water out of it. Had trouble with that.

Came home with a heavy feeling of dread. Couldn't eat dinner. Couldn 't sleep. Hated the idea of going into the water again. I'll say it. Scared. Very very scared of drowning.

Day two, Boyfriend went with me. We were being "buddies" and we were doing this exercise where he was suppposed to swim up to me, pretend to out of air, and I was supposed to give him my regulator (that's the part in your mouth that you breath through) and I was supposed to grab my secondary regulator and put it in my mouth.

What really happened was I took my regulator out of my mouth, gave it to him, couldn't find my second regulator, got a noseful of water, panicked, headed for the surface, Boyfriend be damned. Instructor tried to stop me. I hit him.

That was it for me. More than two hours later I still have water dripping from my sinuses. So, it looks like Little Cayman is going to be lot of beachcombing, reading and hammock time for me.

Hate it. Really really hate it. Snorkeling is cool though.

You were right, Braids.