Day 7

Sorry it took me so long to get to day seven, but the end of a vacation is very sad! First there are canceled flights home that leave you stranded in airports for what feels like days and me in bathroom stalls crying because I hate the airport. Then there is Wyoming where it is snowing so hard you can't even go outside. Full out blizzard. Oh my goodness, coming home from vacation is hard, so lets try and remember day seven with fondness.

Some of the crew left Tuesday where Gary and I left Wednesday, so these four did one last walk of the beach while I was reading the most amazing book ever: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. It is letters written from a little British island to a London reporter during world war II and every human with a heart should read this book! However while I was reading such a delightful book I got a horrific burn AGAIN on my shoulders. Oh my, it was worse than the first one!
I love these pictures because in my ginormo glasses you can see all the other crew members on the beach. Fun! However, what isn't fun is that I look like I have been paralyzed and now have a neck that won't straighten. It's trick photography, or maybe I always look like that!

The model pose

Apparently it is a tradition to put your feet into a star pose. My foot is the only one with painted toes, and since I am a nurse, I must say that I have some sweet veins!

This was after a very impressive performance of "I'm a little tea pot"

Day 6

St. John Day. But first we started off by feeding the iguanas which ended up in a huge fight. First there was one, but I was eating a pear and they love pears and then there were nine iguanas fighting for a tasty bite. They were swatting at each other and trying to pry it out of each others mouths and then to top it off, a mean seagull showed up and joined the brawl. The ferry to St. John is only $6 which is ridiculously cheap, that is why they can't afford to every clean the ship.

We wanted to start off with a fun hike. Look how happy we are to start up the trail! (I've done it a hundred times, no worries right?)

There was a lot of up hill, a LOT of sweating, some rain, we were soaking wet. Everyone fell super hard at least once, except Nate and when I went down I hit every part of my body except my head, good catch right! (and immediately got a humungo hematoma on the palm of my hand) But the view was worth it.

The boys so happy to start the decent down the trail so we can finally get to the beach!!

Bad news, we got to a road and it seemed like the wrong road. The sign said "250 feet to a different trail" so we started walking. Well some how we managed to get on the trail less traveled, or NEVER traveled and ended up down and sewer drainage channel. It was VERY slippery and we could not find our way out. After being bitten by many mosquito's, and many extra miles and Nate almost dying from his diabetes we FINALLY found a real trail and a taxi and a way out of the lonely desert.

Trunk bay is heaven on a beach. It was rain fest 2010 but that made for some great waves to slam us into the beach which is my favorite game ever to play on the shore. There is a lot of sand stuck in my swim suit that I don't know how to get out. There were a lot of people smoking pot on the beach, but at Trunk bay we are no respecter of persons.

During one of the torrential down pours...

Then it was back to Roberts for Desert night. This chocolate ice cream pie. So rich and so delicious. All that exercise being lost in the forest gone!

Gray had the bread pudding.

This is a band I say when I was here at Christmas two and half years ago, what a weird combination. I could have watched them for hours they were so weird, but very good and funny (because they were so weird!) I love weird!

The guy on the keyboard looks like he was a puppet. Hilarious! The man on the electric guitar was amazing.

Day 5

Not many pictures today because you can't take pictures in church. There was a lady who gave the closing prayer in sacrament who said that she used to think that the day she was born was the best day of her life but then the day she was baptised is now the best day of her life. That is odd to me because if I remembered the day I was born I don't think it would be the best day of my life, I think it would be the most traumatic day of my life. Anyways its the thought that counts.

I did go snorkeling with some crappy snorkel gear and found a sting ray really close to the shore. It was huge and I followed it around for a long time. These fish would get close to it and it would swat them away which was fun until I thought of Steve Irwin and he got killed by a swatting sting ray so I let it just swim away so it wouldn't swat me. Pictures outside the church. The cab driver was really confused what church I wanted to go to and no matter how many times I explained it to him he would always say "that Joseph Smith Church" which does not offend me because I do love Joseph Smith.

This guy has A LOT of legs and when you touch his back he can make them move really fast.

You haven't lived until you have eaten dinner at Roberts. His food melts in your mouth. Oh my goodness he has the best food in the whole world, you eat until you become a bloated cow! This is the coconut dipped mahi mahi with sweat potatoes, didn't try it but I am sure it is what they eat in heaven.

I had the fillet Mignon and the knife was not needed, it crumbled with the fork. I get heart burn when I eat beef, and at Roberts it is worth every ounce of it!

The breaded pork chops. There is a lot going on in this dish, and you love every bite of it.

Everything is cute when it is little, even palm trees!

Day 4

We went to town today (to give the sun burn a rest). There are always so many interesting people to see, never a dull moment. For instance this man is passed out under the Heineken umbrella.Some people were bored while the rest of us were thoroughly enjoyed by the local entertainment.

Couldn't even see this man with his home made camo tree cover.

Tree cover man from the front.

Future rappers

We got to watch a parade go by for Cop Week

Those band kids really knew how to rock out.

When you think of a tropical island you always think of a Rastafarian man with brains in a huge hat.

These troops remind me of my days in Army

Neat stair wells were found amongst the shops of the street

Also when you think of tropical islands you think of homeless men you fart in the streets and yell swear words at you when you when you take pictures of your friends.

Tasting Gladys' delicious hot sauce on our knifes while we are waiting for our food. That was some hot peppers!

More awesome alley ways

There were chickens running around everywhere

The homeless Gypsy trying to sell roses made out of leaves he had kept in his smelly armpits all day. I felt real sorry for him but his armpits smelt really bad!

Some beautiful street shots...