St. Thomas, here we are!


The first island that we arrived at was at St. Thomas. I was so excited because we had decided to go snorkeling here. Originally we had wanted a horseback riding tour but the times conflicted. With the moment I stepped off the ship, I was in awe with the color of the waters. I just wanted to place it inside a bottle and keep that color forever. We sailed for good amount of time before reaching the place where we would be snorkeling. Getting all the gear was exciting; I just tried to not think about who had used my mouth piece before me. Mmm yummy. We had to jump off a plank to get off, where is my pirate outfit when I need it? We were supposed to keep our goggles on but not the mouth piece. Well, the goggles completely close off your nose and in my blonde moment, I was thinking, "how am I going to breathe while waiting to jump off?" Kevin of course reminded me that as humans, we can breathe through our mouths as well. Right. This was the first time I had ever gone snorkeling so I was having some trouble with the swimming and breathing through the tube.

Man, was the water salty! It just made swallowing any water 10 times as worse! The things I saw were so amazing! It's not like I've never seen creatures from the ocean but seeing them while you're in there with them is so different. I was so lucky to see sea turtles! I figured all I would see were fishes and coral. Too bad that I wasn't a crazy swimmer/diver, cause then I could have gotten really close to them. I also got to see a sting ray before getting back onto the boat.

Sailing back to the pier, they offered you as much alcohol as you wanted, along with some salsa and chips. The better judgment of me was like, "Hmm, fatigue + sun + alcohol + salsa + rocking boat = not a good idea!" I opted out on the beverages and settled for a soda. However, most of the other snorklers were chugging down the alcohol and they definitely paid for it. It became such a puke-fest onboard. It was so hard to pretend to not see anything since when you turned away, someone else was going at it. Kevin and I were thinking that the tour guides must get such a kick out of this cause I'm sure they see it happen all the time and they were just waiting for it.


Once back onto the ship, I had to rush with the showering cause I was told that it was Caribbean night in the dining room and the waiters would be dancing with fire on their heads. Not to mention there was going to be flambé desserts! (There's our waiter with the fire and getting it down with one of our Russian 6). After dinner, we rushed back to the top deck to get a glimpse of St. Thomas at night. It was so pretty with all the lights!