Happy Freedom Anniversary, B.
Cruise this morning was great. Went snorkeling and got to see some of the famous barrier reef.
It was my first time snorkeling. Drank a lot of salt water and getting used to the goggles & mouthpiece took a minute. It restricts your nose so you can only breathe in and out through your mouth. So that made me panic a little at first. Then I told myself to breathe as if I was meditating and that was effective. I don’t think I spent more than 10 minutes in the ocean. I got nervous that I’d lose the group or the boat. I think just watching on National Geographic will be better. Colors are more vivid on screen 🙄😂.
Then we got some time on Iguana Island. Got to see all my favorite shades of blue:
By the time I got back to the hotel, I was exhausted. I was going to check out a spot near the shore of my hotel that the captain recommended for turtles but I took a nap instead. That’s a good thing. It means I haven’t been bored.
I had dinner at Stelle again. I kept it light because dinner last night was heavy and I can just feel my cholesterol going up.
Dinner last night:
I tried again after dinner to maybe walk over to where the turtles are and see if they’d come to shore after dark and with less people around but my calves got tired. So I’m sleeping in a bathing suit tonight hoping to maybe catch the sunrise and turtles in the morning before I have to check out.
I was thinking today that this was the beach you were on when the whole Pavan Birthday Balloons fiasco happened. I remember you calling the next day for Brian S. via Steve K. while you were on vacation. I’m pretty sure you’re the one who told Neil to take the balloons out of Arjun’s office after Pavan shoved them in there.
Oh, and then you wouldn’t let the issue go because you stopped by our section when you got back – with your tan – “innocently” inquiring about them. Holy fuck, Pavan and I were both so pissed off that neither of us answered you.
So glad we can all laugh about it now. And when I say “we” I mean just me. Pavan most definitely is not laughing about them. You and he were both elite members of the League of Extraordinary Cranky Pants back then. I say that in the most loving way possible. To you, not him.
Getting sleepy so I’m gonna call it. Love you, miss you.