WOW! What a weekend we just experienced! Eric finished up his 4th midterm last Friday, commencing our 3rd mid-semester break here on the island. I can't believe half the semester is gone, and we will be home for break in 8 weeks! Anyway, once Eric returned home from school on Friday, we headed to Timothy beach for volleyball and relaxation. Because I am "with child", I am no longer playing volleyball with the Vipers...insert tear here. The last few Fridays, Eric has taken my place on the team, and I must say, the boy can play some volleyball, considering he has never really played in his life. So, we had fun at volleyball and then I played DJ for Elvis while many Ross students danced the night away...there was a little bit of two stepping, cupid shuffling, and bump & grind.
On Saturday, we relaxed in the morning and then headed to the Royal St. Kitts for Eric's semester's pool party. We stayed for a few hours and then headed back to Timothy beach for Bratfest. Some friends from Wisconsin missed their annual Bratfest back home (and this isn't brat that rhymes with rat, rather ROT), so they decided to throw one here at Elvis'. They boiled over 100 brats in beer and onions overnight, then grilled them at Elvis' the next day. There was beach volleyball, cornhole, redneck golf, beer drinking (not me of course), and two-stepping going on as well. It was a lot of fun!
Hmm, let's see...on Sunday we cooked a late breakfast and then headed out with Kevin and Lindsey to the horse races. I am glad we got to go, because Eric has never been to the one here before. We bet on two races, and the horse I bet to win, WON! I won a whole dollar in EC as my prize. I definitely prefer the tables over horse racing when it comes to gambling. I have posted pictures below of the track.
Sunday night, at around 7 pm, we left Port Zante on a fishing boat for a night of SHARK fishing! Kevin organized this fun fiasco for his birthday, and kindly invited us to partake in the hunt for jaws. Let me tell you folks, this was the LONGEST fishing excursion for me to date (7 pm to 1:30 am..that is a long time on a rockin' boat for a pregnant lady). The captain kept us entertained with a plethora of dirty jokes, and of course he wanted us to share ours (No Mom & Dad, I had absolutely NONE to tell!). He said the more we told, the better luck at fishing we would have. I would share some of them with you, but I think this is the wrong blogging column for that! Gotta love Kittitians...and I digress.
We had two big lines out for sharks, and were also able to bottom fish while waiting for the big kahuna to take our bait. Overall, the whole crew caught around 20 squirrel fish. About three hours into our trip, we heard the sweetest sound ever!...the whirring of our rod and reel, letting us know that something underwater was running with our decoy! Yep, we caught us a 3 foot black tip shark! It took around 15-20 minutes to fight it and reel it in. Check out pictures below. About 30 minutes after this HUGE adrenaline rush, our other shark line starting WHIRRING! I never knew my heart rate could go from 80 to 180 beats in .5 seconds. So the captain, Eric, & Kevin fought the second shark (or at least that is what we think it was) for around 30 minutes, even having to drive the boat a ways toward the big, fat ornery fish. Needless to say, we thought we had another shark to pack in our cooler, but it broke loose after a 30 minute struggle. There is always next time to catch the tiger we were hoping for. (Did I just end a sentence with a preposition? O well...I have been out of school way too long!) I am always self-conscious that people who are reading our blog are continually critiquing my grammar. I have years of living with my mother to thank for that, who made sure that Tyler and I spoke correctly! Ain't that somethun?! :) I digress AGAIN!
Monday morning, Eric played a round of golf with some buds, and I recovered from the exhausting weekend. I think I could have slept all day! I am trying to cram as much activity into my life as I can right now, before I am at the beck and call of an infant (and don't get me wrong, I am so happy and excited about it!). I am starting to feel better, now that I am transitioning into my 2nd trimester. Hopefully I will be up for more adventure before I must head home to the states for lockdown of my 3rd trimester.
Whew I am out of breath, or should I say, "out of typing stamina" after telling about our weekend adventures. Eric and I had a fabulous, long weekend together, but now he is back to the books. The countdown has begun to our flight back to Tejas. 8 months has been way too long to be away from our home! 50 DAYS and counting!