Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Reason #2) At the beach this weekend, he looked at me in disbelief and asked, “How can one person be so sandy and not be five?” He may or may not have used the term 'sand-moustache' as a descriptor.
Reason #3) Two nights ago, he made me sleep with a sock on because he was so disgusted by my ingrown toenail.
Not so fast. I'm taken.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
We pass by this tree each week on our way to church. Usually there's a group of local kids hanging from the branches, collecting the fruit. Here it's called 'kenips', but on other islands they're called Spanish limes and/or mamone fruit. Our landlady offered us some from her own tree our very first day on the island and Jon and I both really enjoyed them, though some people find them hard to handle. They're sort of a mix between sweet and sour, with a weird, pulpy texture that would set my brother-in-law Darcy seizing. But we like them, so the other day I tried my hand at climbing the tree to find some.
Jon's got Friday and Monday off! It's going to be the best weekend ever, especially since we're borrowing a 4-wheeler from one of Jon's school friends. FINALLY we get to check out some of the far-away beaches. Hooray!
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
I'd appreciate silence on the matter of all those leg hairs. Knees are really hard to shave, okay?!? Jon says I ruptured a blood vessel and that's what caused all the swelling and the purplish-black mark on top (unpictured). Anyway, at least I got a decent bruise out of it all.
PS - Last night during Wheel of Fortune, Jon says "I can't wait for when someone gets caught on the wheel and dragged around". I could not possibly have thrown my head back harder or laughed more loudly, short of causing myself further injury. He's pretty much the best person to have around.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Anyway, the hike. So partway up we stopped to rest on some boulders. There was a rooster off in the underbrush, rummaging around for a snack, and he kept getting closer and closer. We figured as soon as he looked up and saw us, he’d take off squawking up a storm like all the hens tend to do, but he really didn’t mind us at all. So weird. And he didn’t just walk past, he decided to hang out for a while with us. You know. Fix his feathers and stuff.
Even when Jon grabbed him, he hardly cared at all. He sort of protested for like three seconds and as soon as Jon released his grip the dumb bird just strutted right past us to go peck at our water bottle. Silly rooster!
Later, I almost stepped on this snake:
Here’s Jon beginning the descent into the crater:
Aaaand can we talk about this picture? WTH??
Anyway, all in all, not as scary as I'd thought it would be. Though there were a couple of times when we were in the deepest part of the crater that I'm sure Jon would have preferred to just put a blindfold on me and lead me around, like removing a horse from a burning stable. I'm sort of a wimp.
Saturday, October 03, 2009
The sign at the trailhead. We took the “Quill Trail” which led right up to the edge of the crater, then the “Panorama Point Trail” which was pretty much straight up from there.
And that was the hike. Okay, so WEIRDEST THING EVER - yesterday Jon and I went snorkeling together and we saw a sea snake - an actual snake about 20 feet below us. Not an eel, a SNAKE. It was slithering along the bottom of the ocean. A real snake. WE BOTH SAW IT. With our eyes. We know what eels look like, and we know what snakes look like, and it was a snake. Greyish-purple with yellowish dots on its back, and around four feet long. We watched it for about ten minutes. It was awesome - the coolest thing either of us have seen since we've been here. Anyway, so of course the second I had internet access I tried to research what kinds of sea snakes can be found in the Caribbean and everything that came up said NONE. THERE ARE NO SEA SNAKES in the Caribbean OR the Atlantic ocean. Zero. How can this be???? Consider my mind blown.