I wonder about my motivation. When I am here with someone, I don’t seem to accomplish as much. It is more vacation-y. When left to my own devices, I seem to do more. My sampling for this theory is low, so I probably have made some errors using the scientific method
Catalina is gone now. She left this morning and just landed back in Houston. So I am without adult supervision. I used the opportunity to take a nap. After lunch I joined some friends and went snorkeling (because I have learned nothing about taking care of my ear.)
Our guide for this was Chris. He can be best described as the pool boy here, although his shirt claims he is a lifeguard. For Catalina’s purposes, he is her supplier of fresh coconuts. But since someone stole the resort’s ladder, he is getting easy ones that are too young. He is also sketchy looking and acts creepy. He hits on all the women. I think he is under the impression we are swingers. (We are not.) His eyes are perpetually bloodshot and he is rather gaunt. You can make your own conclusions.
Chris swam us out, but he stayed over the shallow part of the water, all filled with identical seaweed that I did not want to touch. Pretty boring overall. Greg then suggested going to the deeper part. We went off and it was much nicer. At the very least, there was no fear of menacing seaweed. Unfortunately Chris had almost literally latched himself to the only girl in this excursion. He was always dragging her around on the swim. And while we were going deeper, he took her towards a bay where there was a little in-water cave/cove. He started talking about how couples come here to have sex. She was very happy when Greg and I showed up to see how they were. We then headed back out to deeper water, saw a lion fish and then headed back.
I took another nap, checked in to my flight, had a hamburger, and then went on a jerk quest. (Not an expedition to find someone annoying.) Catalina and myself enjoy a jerk sauce made by The Real Canadian Superstore. So we were looking forward to trying some of the authentic spicy stuff. But, we are in a resort. So they have made tourist-grade jerk sauce. It is not spicy. So I talked to the chef, and she recommended a particular brand of jerk. So I left the resort, walked down the street to a chaotic grocery store and got some.
Now I shall get ready to join the remaining friends here for dinner.
2016-10-22 19:33