Vacation Day Eight - St. Thomas

So, today basically consisted of eating, sailing, snorkeling, eating again, sailing again, and eating again. At no time was any of the following involved: make-up, hairbrushes, shoes with laces, or even a nano-second of hunger. As far as *that* goes, a pretty good day.





Excited, but a little nervous about snorkeling for the first time.



We saw fish, of course, crabs, and even a sting-ray. Not sure if its common to see sting rays while snorkeling, but considering we're from Oklahoma, it was pretty cool to us. And then we were basically swimming right above it, and Brayden and I both like, "Wow, look at this!" and then we sort of realized what we were doing and got kind of Steve-Irwin-freaked-out and then swam as fast as we could in the other direction, which wasn't really that fast, because I never did get the hang of those stupid flippers.



Of course, as far as Brayden is concerned, the animals above the water are just as fascinating.











Before the sail back, we were served what had to be the best meal any of us have ever had in our lives .... and considering we've been served on a cruise ship for the past five days, I think that's saying something.



Then it was time for jumping off the front of the sailboat, but the kids were a little nervous so I agreed to jump in first and wait for them all in the water. I'm not sure why, unless they figured I was a bigger target for sharks and they could possibly make it back to the boat while I battled my way to safety. Hmmmmm, sneaky kids.






Learning to sail the boat, and be a Rastafarian, all at the same time.

Best news of all, no one puked over the side, fell overboard, or was shit on by a bat.