Happy Thanksgiving everyone! We tried to celebrate in style but it didn't quite work out the way we planned. I bought a new roasting pan which didn't fit in the oven...then we spent a good 30 minutes trying to remove the handles from a pan to use that...and then we ran out of propane! HA HA HA! What a treat! Our prep work was all for nothing and we put it in the fridge in the hopes that we'll be able to make our food tomorrow. Instead of a grand meal, we went out for sandwiches and rum! You have to love the island life. Three months ago something like this would really have pissed me off. It would have thrown me into a bad mood...these days I roll with the punches. What can you do? I feel so blessed to be here and to have the opportunity to live these days on our own terms. I doubt there's a more thankful person out there tonight. The only thing that would have made this day complete would be to be with our families. Special days remind us of just how far away we are. This Christmas will be the first time I'm away from my parents and brother....best not to think about that now though.
The diving life continues on as interesting as ever. I've spent the last few days assisting on an open water course with a little person (midget to be completely politically incorrect). He's spent the majority of the time trying to look up my shorts, so it's been an interesting game of cat and mouse. He tries to catch a peek...and I continually turn around to wag my winger at him disapprovingly. I would never have been able to predict that story...not in a million years. Roatan life is a topsy-turvy world of mayhem and magic.
Today Kevin caught the morning boat at Coconut Tree and I went over to assist West End Divers with a fun dive. They needed a DMT and it was my day off. It happened to be a boat full of army guys...not the worst dive of my life ;-)
Oh and before I forget...I'd better tell you about Kevin's new "pet." He has inherited a piglet. Okay, so it's not actually a pig...it's a scooter. A bright yellow scooter. The helmet is too small and it has a very loud muffler. He looks like a circus act when he rides it and it's hilarious! We call it Piglet because he tried to get everyone at the shop to call it a "hog" which is clearly isn't. Thus, the name Piglet was born. The thing and I don't get along at all. Kevin gave me a lift the other day and I feared for my life the entire time. As soon as we got home I hopped off swearing at the thing...and proceeded to trip and tumble down our very steep driveway. I realize Piglet wasn't actually to blame for the unfortunate incident, but I do hold him accountable. Damn dangerous bastard.
Well, that's it for now. We miss you all and wish you could be enjoying the island life with us. Here's to beaches, baleadas and bottom time!
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