At breakfast on Saturday morning, M & G Montreal were pumped up. They were set to pick up their daughter, Alice, from the the airport, as the 24-year-old was arriving for the latter part of the vacation -- something both parents were really looking forward to.

As usual, I went to the beach to meet Vincent and Roger for spear fishing, and the activity proved great fun until I injured my pinky while trying to load the speer -- it happens sometimes, one of the hazards of the sport -- so that put an end to the spear fishing for the day; we were having a good time, too, with Vincent's 13-year-old son coming for the ride and also snorkeling with us.

This was the first time I speared a lionfish. Ya mon.

It's a good thing I brought my notebook. I took a lot of little notes, and there's no way I could remember everything otherwise.

I'm looking through my notes, and it says (after the pinky injury reference):

-- "back to Seastar"

-- "eat pizza" [I know remember it was great (only $10 too) but of course I complained to Clarol that it took too long, lol]

-- "tip maid five dollars" [for washing my good-luck RIU pool towel I had brought from home after somehow finding it among my belongings like 10 years ago, lol]

-- "met new yardie Chris from NY City and Puerto Rican girlfriend nice [great folks btw]

-- "Westender Inn w Bill (Wedding) [they were planning a big wedding that night, so everything was crazy]

-- lost phone [was hoping to find it soon]

-- "Xtabi lobster" [self explanatory]

-- "raft" [not sure what I was referring to, but I am obsessed about my rafts]

-- "Blue Hole Chunkey" [the cabbie took me to Blue Hole, more on that soon]

-- "Xtabi raft Sunset" [I guess I returned]