Mini-lobster season is a mini-triwizard tournament,
I’m not kidding.
We’ve been out on the water everyday searching and searching for lobster nests
so that on Wednesday and Thursday we’ll be able to go out and catch our limit.
It’s nerve racking because there are seven hundred other boats out doing the same thing
and on Wednesday there are going to be one million all with the same purpose.
It’s like we’re preparing for a race.
I’d tell you where our spots are but I actually have no idea.
They’re all programmed into the GPS, I know – we’re legit.
Actually if I did know, I wouldn’t tell you – I want these lobster.
One spot we’ve been looking is by the seven mile bridge.
Today we found so many bright red starfish.
We were snorkeling in this really pretty spot, but it was so murky.
On a good day, I’m betting it’s even prettier than Coral Cove.
Aleksi and I both saw stingrays but were too afraid to touch them because we’re both wimps.
We drove down to Key West tonight.
We ate at some restaurant on the water and then a storm rolled in.
Nana was worried we were going to get struck by lightning,
[We didn't, in case you were wondering]
For dessert, we got delicious key lime pie covered in frozen chocolate on a stick.
Fancy, I know.
We've got only one more day of practice lobstering before the real deal.
Stressful, but necessary – at least, that’s what we’re told.