There are many things that make me feel nostalgic about my childhood, but nothing more than a day in the water. I was slightly reluctant to go on the snorkel boat. I can't really pinpoint why, but I just haven't been into Ocean swimming in quite some time. Boy am I glad I sucked it up and hopped on!
The guys at the sign-in hut just told us to walk out to the beach and the boat would find us. I was really skeptical that we were going to actually catch the darn boat that I was scanning up and down the beach for our boat. I knew I wouldn't be able to miss it, but I had NO idea how true that was...
The boat arrived with blaring tropical music which immediately had us dancing on the sand. We were all giggling and were hoisted onto the boat with the help of two Island gentleman who promptly forced Rum Punch into all of our hands. It was a little before 9am, but when in Rome?
So we continued down the beach picking up various folks from the other resorts. We were already a few punches in when Lucas stopped the boat and said "dive here!" I was a little scared, but the water was crystal clear and it was hot so we jumped. Candi and I took off like little fish with our fins and snorkels splashing around and diving as far down as we could to see fish. We saw Pinfish and Zebra fish. I got scared a few times because the current was pulling me into the "shelf" area - you know the scene from Finding Nemo when the divers come up to them and capture Nemo? Behind him was all dark water with no end...a little too intense for tipsy Lacy. So after about 30 minutes in the water, we boarded the boat and headed for a quick beach tour. Everyone thought we were nuts because we were dancing all around the boat and singing.
When we got to the channel where we were going to dive for Conchs we were all in for a shock - the water was SO cold and the current was SO strong. I am quite certain we all swam out of our suits at one point or another. Also, my hair was RIDICULOUSLY tangled. I looked like I was giving small animals and birds shelter in my nest. Yikes - good thing we weren't trying to impress anyone! So I find a girl who is as good of a swimmer as me and I secretly challenged her to a conch diving contest. I was like a mermaid - diving down, snagging the well camouflaged conchs and delivering them back to the boat. She was right on my tail, one for one...I was SO annoyed but in the end I gave up and just enjoyed myself. I do think that was after I kicked her in the face under water...whoopsy, I guess I am competitive. We got back on the boat and Lucas was getting the Conchs out of the shell for us. On Turks and Caicos, conch is the local food. So, we made a conch ceviche right there on the boat! Talk about farm to fork! Then I cleaned my conch and viola! I have the perfect souvenir.
Next we were on Half Moon Bay feeding Rocky the Iguana. He was cute and a little slow, but ate right out of our hands! We parked for a while in Half Moon Bay to play in the water and drink more punch of course and that is when Marti took it to a WHOLE new level...we were pretending to be Ariel and doing the scene where she jumps out of the water and flips her hair...well we were all laughing and swimming around and Marti did it in deep water - Lucas was like "oh you did that wrong, you have to be in more shallow water" so Marti moved and tried again....she popped out of the water and it was perfect, until her "ladies" popped out of her bathing suit! I almost drowned from the gasp that came from my mouth. The guys thought they were so cleaver and were snickering boatside. Typical men. What is it with breasts?
Anyway, we made it back to the condo and took epic naps...I could barely pry myself out of the bed. So we showered, got ready and went down to Hemingway's AKA the local bar and had dinner. We have been waiting all week for the bonfire at Somerset on the beach tonight, so we go out to the beach and dance like natives around the fire. Everyone was watching, but we could have cared less! The girls smoked cigars and we drank more Turks beer. It was such a fun evening. Until "toothpick" girl showed up. She was about 90 pounds and was at least six feet tall. At one point we thought she was there with her fiance and family for a wedding, but we realized that the guys around her were all her BROTHERS! Weird, seriously weird. Anyway, we have so dazzling singers in our group, but this girl was hogging the mic! Wait, I failed to mention we turned the bonfire with DJ booth into a karaoke party, classic. So finally we started teasing her because she was like Kristen Wiig from SNL "Don't make me sing!" It was quite comical. We also learned a local dance giving monetary value to each side of a hip thrust. One cent, five cent, ten cent, DOLLAR! Who knew that a few front thrusts could buy you a round of drinks :)
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