The captain gave his safety tips and took us to Turtle Town first. As you may remember, Slick from the snorkel shop guaranteed we'd see dozens of sea turtles. Before reaching our first destination, the crewmen offered us short wetsuits - for a price. The water is not terribly cold, at least not off a sandy beach. I opted against the suit. It's not like we're at Bear Lake where the water temperature reaches a high 66 degrees on a hot July day. No, this was Hawaii! We were going to see sea turtles and tropical fish!
Admittedly, the water was not frigid by any means but a few degrees colder than the previous day's snorkeling. The fish were beautiful and the water calm. We caught sight of one sea turtle swimming away. Disappointing in that regard, it was still a beautiful swim. Then I got cold and we returned to the boat. Those with wetsuits were able to stay out another 5 minutes before getting called in. We returned to our luxurious accommodations between strangers and I took a half of a Dramamine, just to be safe. I stared longingly at the wetsuits but mostly determined to not be lulled into a false sense of warmth. Instead I was lulled into a semi-conscious state where I might have even started snoring. Love Dramamine.
So, yeah. I'd heard the whales communicating with each other.
To top off our anniversary, we returned to the condo, cleaned up, I actually put on make up and real clothes and Scott took me out to a fine dining restaurant called Duke's. It was beyond amazing food. But even fine dining restaurants boasting five stars have no walls. Sitting on the beach and covered by a roof with retractable screens (if a storm blows, I guess), we ate our dinner. Sadly, we had little to talk about. We finally remembered that we have children and called them. Jacob had just returned from scouts and was home alone until his sisters returned from a church activity. He was freaked out by a sound he kept hearing from the backyard. The dog was by his side and not alarmed in the least so we were pretty confident it was an overactive imagination. Then the girls came home and all was well. We hung up and gushed to each other what great kids we have.
I love my husband. He provides me with definition. I still didn't miss the kids so much that I wanted to go home but we had to admit they give us purpose and meaning. And lots of conversation fodder. But a romantic dinner with my husband gave me an excuse to curl my hair, put on make up, and change from a swimming suit into underwear and clothes.
I can hear your thoughts. They are stuck on words like romantic, anniversary, underwear, and clothes. I will validate your thoughts with clear and concise details. All of these factors added up to a beautiful photo op at sunset.
That's what you were thinking, weren't you?