Sunday and Friends

​After our tour of Grenada, we returned to our normal lives of work and school. There has been a good amount of traveling and moving parts lately, so I haven’t been able to stay on track in my schooling. So I tried to stay focused and get on pace. It was a valiant effort, but my plans were interrupted when a girl named Kat knocked on our door.
Kat is thirteen and from the boat Somni, a boat that had previously been in quarantine. Her parents and mine had met on a Facebook group for sailing families and had already been planning for us to meet. Kat was accompanied with another girl, Betty, from the boat *Aphrodite. Betty wasn’t able to stay for long, since unlike Kat’s family, she wouldn’t be staying in the marina once her parents got through customs.
Betty only had a little time to be introduced to Tanner from Dorothy Rose before rushing off to join her parents. However, she did manage to give each of us a boat card so we could stay in contact. I don’t usually follow-through with emailing or anything similar, mainly because boat cards are surprisingly easy to lose, but in this case I managed. Betty and I are started a pen pal situation that would continue for weeks to come.
Kat and I also continued to hangout, her boat had moved to a dock within the marina so she was able to come over almost every other day. Though there is a lack of things to do when your trapped in a marina, we managed to do a few things, like, playing board games, watching movies, and swimming in the disgustingly warm pool in the marina.
After almost a week since Kat’s arrival we started a new tradition: Sunday Funday. The parents of her boat, Dorothy Rose, and my own got together to plan a day at the beach that we ended up liking so much that we decided to d it twice. Then thrice. And so on until present day.
However, on that first day we found some of our favorite things to do. We mainly spent time in the water, throwing around a football and playing monkey in the middle, but another thing we did was dig holes. Sounds weird? I know. But we dug holes in the sand to bury people in. The best part about burying someone is that once their hands are under a foot of sand, they can’t do anything to stop whatever your doing/drawing on the surface. So hypothetically, if you bury Tanner then he can’t do anything to stop you if you decide to give him a seashell bra and a mermaid tail. Hypothetically, of course.
After we brushed off the sand and dried of from the water we would sit down and eat some food from the restraint, The Aquarium. They had live music playing from 3:00-5:00 so we usually tried to eat quickly since it was mind-numbingly loud. Loud, but good. A woman was singing the first time we went and she switched from genre to genre though she seemed to prefer reggae.
As our day ended, we made plans to come back the following weekend.

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