But here is where you are going to question my sanity
. As does Barry and frankly, me too. There were some Ticos playing in the water by the beach and their old fishing boat was anchored right off shore. Their dad was on it and the rest of the family were on the beach ensconced under palm trees. I was playing with the kids, practicing my Spanish, and they were practicing their English on me, and it was fun because I felt like I was "with the locals" and not being hoity toity with my shipmates. Their dad was feeding them and one of the kids asked him to share with me. Not wanting to be an 'ugly American', I accepted the offer. Well, it turned out to be an oyster, not an Oyster Rockefeller on a pretty white shell, but an ugly slimy oyster on an old shell, AND it had jalapeņo on it. I despise jalapeņo. But I ate the damn thing, smiled (probably grimaced), said "muchas gracias, Seņor" and kept playing. Later I asked a Costa Rican employee on our boat if I should expect a dreadful illness and he said altho he thought I was crazy I would be OK, especially since it had jalapeņo on it. And I was OK. Until I got home. Ne details shall follow, but let's just say I am seeing a GI doc. All is really fine though, no dreaded disease developed.
That evening, back aboard our heavenly home, Barry and I ordered room service. But instead of having it delivered to our room we had it delivered to the sky bridge. We invited Donna and Burt and they also ordered room service delivered to the top deck. I wish you could have seen the poor server carrying EVERYthing up the steps to our table. He got a good tip. So we had our dinner with good friends, under a full moon and enjoyed the light breeze and the music which always accompanied the raising of the sails as we set sail. Truly a day and night to remember forever.
This was a day of surprises. FUN surprises and, well, I just have to tell you all about it. We dropped anchor first at Curu but Barry and I decided to lounge about on our ship instead of going to town. We worked up an appetite for the big beach barbecue on Tortuga Island. Barry was like, "What? We do barbeque in Memphis better than they can!" Well, it was quite a barbecue and Barry was flat wrong. In fact if there is a gourmet barbecue this was it. NOTHING like Memphis barbecue AT ALL. Not just beans and slaw!!! Plus, the beach was gorgeous, with tall swaying palm trees, sugary white sand, a cloudless blue sky, and perfect ocean temperatures in beautiful blue and green waters. Surprises were a huge black momma pig with 4 little piggies, 2 parrots, a peacock, a big old fluffy handsome rooster and a fluffy white hen, and a peccary that the local kids seemed to love. It was kinda like a little open zoo. It was a dreamy island paradise.