It’s true. Until our trip to Barbados last month, I had been bullied at every single reef we had ever snorkeled. A Mexican barracuda even charged me once. Didn’t matter what country we were in or who else was in the water, the Barracuda has always disliked me.
In Barbados, I ate that Barracuda for dinner. And he was deeelicious.
So this was our “surfcation.” After a year of dealing with an Achilles rupture, this was the carrot at the end of the stick to keep me motivated with rehab. An anniversary present to my foot. Dutch was happy to comply with my foot’s surfing demands.
Besides surfing, other highlights of the trip included: 2 puppies, 3 sunken ship wrecks, 12 fish sandwiches, infinity rum punches.
Our Moke! It almost disappeared in some of the potholes we hit.
When you travel without a plan or a guidebook, every day is just this easy:
Wake up to Patch the puppy jumping into our bed
Sit by the ocean, drink coffee, and play with Patch
Serious sunscreen application
Snorkel, swim, read
Watch sunset while surfing
Eat giant plate of fish at local fish market
Fall asleep watching for shooting stars
And if you ever go to Barbados, find Chicken Rita’s house and she’ll set you up with a cold beer and a big bowl of gizzards.