Two Wahoos and a Manatee.

No boat today. 

Or rather no boat for everyone minus padre.

He wanted to go fishing and I always get sea sick, so I opted not go out.

[Bad son]

So the rest of us drove down to the local beach and relaxed. 

 I finished the Hunger Games  and started Catching Fire.

Why didn’t I read these when Mitchell asked me to?

They’re SO good. 

I’m hooked. 

 We ate lunch at this great hole-in-the-wall restaurant.

Fresh sea food and tres leches?!

Say what? 

And the day gets even better.

Padre called and said he caught two wahoo.

Two. 

Wahoo. 

That’s a first. 

It’s a prize to get one wahoo, but two – that's unheard of. 

Padre is very excited about his catch, 

WAHOO! 

When he pulled in, 

we noticed the neighbors were all fretting over something in the water. 

A large something. 

A manatee. 

 I know I’m a native Floridian and I probably shouldn’t admit this, 

but I’ve never seen a manatee in the wild.

I’m so ashamed. 

But here one is and people are swimming with it?! 

Why not us? 

That’s exactly what I thought while I was jumping in the water.

 

  We fed it lettuce, brushed it’s barnacle-y back, and swam with it.

I just can’t believe it – so amazing.

My first time seeing one and I got to swim right next to her. 

  She reminded me of Chesney, so big and slow moving.

What a great day. 

 I’m loving being in the keys. 

Tomorrow’s the big lobster day.  

 Hope we’ve practiced enough because it’s going to be intense.