My mom loves to find shells, but the crazy thing about our vacation is that there are NO shells on the beach. Last year, we had buckets full. It's so crazy. So Travis and Mom found something called Shell Island. You take an hour boat ride to the island, spend an hour on the island finding shells, and ride the boat back for an hour. Sounded good to us. We called and reservations weren't necessary, so we headed there for the afternoon.
I have to say...I immediately almost ruined the trip. We were one of the last ones on the boat. The only seats left were in the middle of it. I spotted one by the side where the kids and I could sit, so we went there. Shortly after I sat down, this lady comes over and says, "Hey, I'm sorry. My daughter is sitting here. She went downstairs to get a drink." I said, "Well is there room for one?" Because at least Sage could sit there. She said, "No, it's my daughter and my niece." Let me say, there was NOTHING wrong with what she said or did or how she said it. She was as nice as could be. But my evil side just came out. I said, in what Travis said was as rude as could possibly be, "Well, next time you can put something in the seat so people know." I'm laughing even thinking about it because it's so terrible. In my right mind, WHY would I ever do that? What a brat. I want to smack me.
So I go to the back where Mom and Mema are, and a few seconds later, she slams a cooler or something down and goes, "How's that?!" Without missing a beat, I shot back, "That's perfect, thanks." It was like watching someone else. I don't know what my problem was. Travis goes, "Hey, she's about twice your size, so you better chill out." And it's true. She was at LEAST twice my size. I felt pretty bad because there was really no warranting my acting that way. So as soon as she got up to go downstairs, I got up and went to the stairwell and said, "Ma'am...Ma'am (until she looked up), I'm really sorry I spoke to you that way. I shouldn't have done that, and I'm sorry." She immediately said, "I'm sorry too." All's well that ends well.
SO...after that debacle, let's get to the trip. :) Travis is still laughing about it and has since told me every time that we go out to not be rude to anyone. SO far, so good. Anyway, when we set sail, they said that some seagulls would be flying by and wanting hand outs. They passed out Cheetos to those that wanted to feed them. I took some but quickly realized that it was too creepy for me. Alfred Hitchcocks, "The Birds," is a PERFECT description for what it was like. They followed us the whole way; Sage ate the Cheetos.
I have to say...I immediately almost ruined the trip. We were one of the last ones on the boat. The only seats left were in the middle of it. I spotted one by the side where the kids and I could sit, so we went there. Shortly after I sat down, this lady comes over and says, "Hey, I'm sorry. My daughter is sitting here. She went downstairs to get a drink." I said, "Well is there room for one?" Because at least Sage could sit there. She said, "No, it's my daughter and my niece." Let me say, there was NOTHING wrong with what she said or did or how she said it. She was as nice as could be. But my evil side just came out. I said, in what Travis said was as rude as could possibly be, "Well, next time you can put something in the seat so people know." I'm laughing even thinking about it because it's so terrible. In my right mind, WHY would I ever do that? What a brat. I want to smack me.
So I go to the back where Mom and Mema are, and a few seconds later, she slams a cooler or something down and goes, "How's that?!" Without missing a beat, I shot back, "That's perfect, thanks." It was like watching someone else. I don't know what my problem was. Travis goes, "Hey, she's about twice your size, so you better chill out." And it's true. She was at LEAST twice my size. I felt pretty bad because there was really no warranting my acting that way. So as soon as she got up to go downstairs, I got up and went to the stairwell and said, "Ma'am...Ma'am (until she looked up), I'm really sorry I spoke to you that way. I shouldn't have done that, and I'm sorry." She immediately said, "I'm sorry too." All's well that ends well.
SO...after that debacle, let's get to the trip. :) Travis is still laughing about it and has since told me every time that we go out to not be rude to anyone. SO far, so good. Anyway, when we set sail, they said that some seagulls would be flying by and wanting hand outs. They passed out Cheetos to those that wanted to feed them. I took some but quickly realized that it was too creepy for me. Alfred Hitchcocks, "The Birds," is a PERFECT description for what it was like. They followed us the whole way; Sage ate the Cheetos.
There is Shell Island. On the way, the captain was trying to spot some dolphins for us. They did see one, but we couldn't see it. I don't think it came up to the surface much. I went downstairs and came back up to tell Mom and Mema that I was, in fact, actually able to see the dolphin and even got a pic.
See it? I couldn't resist. I don't know why anyone likes me either. :)
So, we arrived to Shell Island and got off the boat. These were off the dock. Creepy, crawly crabs. YUCK.
But then THIS guy was on the beach. Check him out. Eek!
We all know that Jaggar hates the beach. He has done better than last year, but he still definitely has issues with the sand. When we go to the beach and he sees the sand, he starts screaming, "NEVER! NEVER!!!" That's his new word by the way. He says it for everything. "Jaggar, it's time for bed." "Never." It's great.
It wasn't hard to find the shells. They were everywhere, and we had an hour to find what we wanted.
And something magical happened for Jaggar. He LOVED finding the shells. It was like Easter Egg hunting. He'd say, "There's one! There's one! Get it. Get the shell!" I let him carry a bucket, and suddenly, he's ENJOYING the beach.
Look at that: a SMILE from both and he's not being held!
Kevin looking for shells
Little boo boo
Seriously, a miracle
I love how they worked together.
They were both so proud of every shell that they found.
:)
Showing each other what they found
So sweet. I realize I never took a picture of our final buckets of shells. Oh well...we had a lot. As soon as we got on the boat, a girl gave Jaggar one of her big shells. Kevin said, "That's your money, Jaggar. You're cute." It's true.
Riding back.
Looking
Travis taking his self portrait
Okay, so on the way back, the captain said that he would try to find some more dolphins for us and that we'd stop to watch them if he could find them. I didn't have high hopes just because...but God smiled upon us. Big time.
Check this out. See that shadow???
Not only did we see a dolphin, we saw DOLPHINS. And they were right next to us. 
And they were showing off majorly. It was so neat to see that in the wild like that.
The best picture. They jumped over and over again, and I'm SO glad that both of my kids got to see. They love the movie "Dolphin Tail," so this was like amazing to them.
I'm not sure what this pirate ship looking deal was, but it's neat, and we passed it.
Kevin
Group shot minus T
Plus T
After Shell Island, we were hungry, and I suggested Pineapple Willy's. This place was really fun, and we sat outside by the beach and water. They also had some really funny signs out there, and I took some pics of my favorites that I find to be true.
A few people came to mind INSTANTLY for this one.
My boys
My food was SO good: Caribbean salad. It had pineapples, pine nuts, chicken...yum. We went back to "Nonni's house" (as Jaggar has called where we are staying) happy, tired and full. Fun day.
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