My parents arrived on Friday and have been living it up ever since! I met up with them late Friday afternoon—after they had some lunch in West End and snorkeled off the dock by their place and I had taken a much-needed post-clinic nap—and chatted the night away. Showing them this wonderful place is such a joy!
Yesterday was a whirlwind of fun. Early Saturday morning, the electric crack of lightening and booms of thunder woke us all up. The rain was torrential! My dear mother had a bad migraine, which kept her out of commission for the morning and early afternoon. We still managed to grab their first baleadas—avocado, egg, beans, and a sprinkle of Honduran cheese in a homemade, naan-like flour tortilla—before Dad and I went on our two dives.
The clarity was fantastic! Over the course of the hour and a half that we spent submerged, we saw countless amazing things. My dad described it well: he said that in the middle of each dive he felt he needed to close his eyes for a moment to give his brain a chance to catch up. We saw two midnight parrot fish, with navy blue scales with blotches of baby blue on its head. We saw four dark beauties, the yellow and black fish wearing the black lipstick. A hawksbill turtle swam between Dad and me on the second dive, coming so close that we could have felt its teal and white shell if we had stretched out our hands. At the beginning of this dive, we swam over a spiny puffer fish that was mustard-yellow with white spots rimmed in black. Its eyes looked like large, gold sequins stuck to the sides of their heads, covered in transparent bubbles that bulged off its head. In the middle of the second dive, we found ourselves surrounded by a school of cuddle fish. Their backs shimmered in pastel pinks, purples, and blues, while their bellies where transparent. The skirt around their bodies rippled to move them forward and back around us. I was mesmerized!
Dad and I had a wonderful time. He is working on convincing me to dive in the kelp forest of Point Lobos in California. Back home, you have to suit up in a complete dry suit and can only go on one dive per day because you need many hours to warm up your bones afterwards. Sounds ghastly compared to the wondrous ease and simplicity of diving here…
Last night we went to The Lighthouse, a quaint restaurant on a mini-peninsula in the middle of West End. Mom and I split the grilled garlic lobster and similarly prepared shrimp, which were fantastic! Yesterday, we headed over to French Key for a day of snorkeling, lounging, and eating. It was the perfect day! Here are some photos:
Sorry about the infrequent posting…the internet at my place has been down for the past five days! I will try to post some more family photos soon. ¡Cheque!