
Hmmm, ok. This is something else not seen in the good 'ol states. Sometimes it's true, but people here don't go making signs advertising extortion, blackmail, bribery and other not so nice practices.

See the guy on the left? He's the heavy. yeah.

We should've turned right around in the parking lot. Ali got a really bad bee sting not 20 feet from the parking lot as we walked to the beach. It may be hard to see but it's pretty red and swollen. We suited up, yes, wet suits, to go snorkeling and were off. But not before everyone had a good little snicker calling us Todd and Margo. You may remember the yuppy neighbors of the Griswold's in Christmas Vacation who were outfitted to the 9's for each activity. I am going somewhere with this information, just wait...We went out snorkeling and saw some great fish and shells. We were ahead of everyone and as we came back along the shore we met up with everyone but where did Brad and Cindi go? I guess Brad got stung by something and were headed back to the beach. Everyone else kept going out and we headed back, too. Just then, I got stung on my arm just above my elbow. It was the most excruciating sting I have ever felt and it just kept getting worse. I was yelling(kinda weird with a snorkel in your mouth) and crying at the same time. Nelson tried to see what it was and saw a tiny blue thread looking thing on my arm. I turned him around and wiped whatever it was off on the back of his wet suit. It was gone but the sting remained. It was horrible. I admit, I was whimpering the whole way back to the shore. It just wouldn't stop and seemed to be getting "hotter". When we got to shore, I stripped my wetsuit to my waist and waded out of the water. The stinging was worse without the cold water on it. We went to where everyone was on the beach and that's when we heard what had happened to Brad.

He got it much worse than I did. All over his back and on his ear.

It's hard to believe this tiny little guy could be responsible for so much pain. The Portuguese Man of War "body" is only about the size of a quarter at most and then has a thin, hairlike tail. They float at the surface of the water with the tendril coming down into the water. So Brad just swam through a bunch of them and then I swam through the same spot I guess. Luckily for my Margo wetsuit or I would've had the same outcome I think. Too bad everyone hadn't had them on.

The beach was quite picturesque in spite of the many negative encounters we had here. In the background you can see us with the lifeguards and another lady who got stung. Glad that was over! Brad swore off the ocean for a bit after that and I admit I didn't willingly run right in after that.

Back at the house for some lunch and relaxing!

That night for dinner we went to Zipper's beach. That's the name of the restaurant also. I like this picture of Chuck and Oranee, so cute. Everywhere you eat it seems they serve jalapeno peppers. So, Brad and Dave are at the other end of the table from us and were sampling the stuff. They said it really was fine and what was all of the fuss about peppers? They offered me one and all I can say is those guys need to take up poker. I took one and bit about half off and proceeded to eat it. After a second, I figured out that they were down there elbowing each other and waiting for the steam to come out my ears. I calmly ate the pepper and thanked them for the treat. After a minute they came clean that I was supposed to have been the victim of foul play, what was up? Well, I lucked out and got a pepper that tasted much like a bell pepper, maybe that was what it was, joke on them!

The sunset was so pretty I'm not sure my camera quite got the drama.