This morning, Josh, Romy, and I went out on the ocean to catch some fish.
Josh caught a "rooster" fish.
Shortly after that, we hooked another one and the "guide" grabbed the pole to get it ready to give to us. He held on to it, however, and tried to reel it in for a couple of minutes. Then, all of a sudden, nothing...whatever was on the line was gone. The guide said that we had hooked a "vela" (sailfish) and that "era grande". I asked how big and he said "600 libras" (600 pounds). He said that it is unusual to see velas that close to shore. After he reset the pole and we headed out again, he started called people on his cell phone telling them about the "vela grande". That is our big fish story and we are sticking to it.
The ride back was long, fast, very bumpy, and VERY wet.
After we cleaned up, it was time for another canasta game. Marisol and I lazed around in the hammock while the "abuelas" (Sherrie and Luz) whipped up on Josh and Zully.
Later we went into town to shop a little. On the
way back we saw a tree full of "howler" monkeys right next to the
road so we stopped for awhile.
Sunset is a fun time on the beach because everyone comes out to watch the sun go down. We took lots of pictures and had a lot of fun swimming and playing in the sand.
Canasta, of course, ensued, and, of course, the "abuelas" (also known as the "tramposas") whipped up again.
DAY EIGHT - SPORT FISHING AND THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY |
February 17, 2009 |