On Friday the 8th my mom and I kicked off our girl weekend with a festival. Sadly, it was a major let down. We spent a total of 15 minutes at the festival if only for the food before beginning to venture through Georgetown. My mom and I didn’t really know what to do so we just went for food. We found ourselves at a restaurant named Choppy’s where we had gone to with Jonah and my dad once before. We enjoyed some wings and drinks before calling our driver (CJ) to ask if he would pick us up an hour early. Before he could pick us up my mom and I bought a butt load of groceries from the store which we happily stuffed into the driver’s backseat.
On the way back from the disappointing trip to Georgetown we had a picture taken of us in front of three rocks out in the water called The Three Sisters. Via the internet we learned that the rocks supposedly represent three sisters who all loved one man. The sisters all decided to confront him and express their love but before they could reach him they drowned, creating the three rocks. One of the sisters was pregnant so that’s why one of the rocks has a tiny bump on it. A little dark but sweet and fun all the same.
The next day was a pool day. My mom paid for us to have a pass to use the nearby resort’s pool, beach, service, and towels. It was a great day of reading by the poolside and sharing lunch with the occasional mango daiquiris. It was great! The day only got better, however, because as my mom and I started to eat our homemade pizza after showers four of the boys from SV Hekla walked onto our boat and asked, “Permission to come aboard?” I was so excited!
The rest of the night the boys stayed while we watched a movie, only stopping to have their own dinner. (Though they ate a bowl of Cheeto puffs and some of our homemade pizza…).
On Sunday everyone (the boys’ parents included) headed to the beach for another day of pretending to be resort people. We had people bring us drinks while I read, Tommy (one of the kids from Hekla) snorkled for golf balls, and Kenneth (another kid from Hekla) kite-surfed. Unlike the day before, I did end up getting in the water and after a few failed attempts at boogie boarding, I settled for swimming before heading back to our setup to read.
That night I sat with the family while they ate. While everyone ate the conversation of Harry Potter popped up so thus created, me guessing what all the boys houses would be if they went to Hogwarts. (For all non-Harry Potter fans that probably made no sense and I’m sorry because more references are in the next couple paragraphs). So, while his brothers did their chores Duncan (yet another Hekla child) took the pottermore quiz to see what house he was in. Lo and behold, he got Hufflepuff! He wasn’t very happy, and having to pay me a dollar because I guessed his house correctly and probably didn’t make him feel any better. Let it be known that even though he eventually took the test again, he originally got Hufflepuff and, therefore, is a Hufflepuff!
On the 10th of March I joined the kids from Hekla at the marina lounge for school. We all did our individual schooling, taking frequent breaks to play and test the other boys for their Hogwarts houses. I guessed wrong on two of the boys’ houses. I’m extremely happy that I did not bet on those. I’m also extremely confused, both boys got Ravenclaw, which is the same house as me. Sooner or later the boys left to prepare their boat to leave. We waved them off as they rocked out of the marina.
The next day I finished school early so that my mom and I could enjoy another beach day. We were supposed to go snorkeling but I had a hunch that there were no interesting fish at the nearby reef. I was correct in thinking that as my mom went to check it out while I read only to return with a frown and saying that there were only two fish. I never stepped into the water but read my book silently until we left.
That night we waited anxiously for, guess what, PIZZA! On our way to the beach we talked with a person who agreed to deliver pizza to our boat, meaning that I would have my first slice of margherita pizza since we arrived in the Bahamas. The. Pizza. Was. Delicious.
Wednesday went by smoothly and uninterestingly while my dad worked far away in Australia taking too good of sunset pictures.