QUOTE [A Danish family extended the line at the end. The mother and three nearly white-blond daughters, arranged by size, like organ pipes, looked like poster children for the Scandinavian Tourism board. Their pale unburned skin, indicated that they had just arrived. Dad was still at the pump sighing over a war torn map that he had spread over the tinted windows of his luxury SUV Rental. All of them were dressed in the most formal of business attires. A band of medieval knights would have looked far less out of place. They looked our group up and down with obvious disgust.

“We are driving our daughter to a volunteer organization in Mandeville, where she will work for 6 months.”, the mother announced with a heavy Danish accent. They looked in horror at our rowdy group. I felt really sorry for them. We must have given them have some second thoughts about her daughters philanthropic adventures. I could only imagine the discussion in the car that must have followed. ("Don't you get involved with those types, young lady!")]

I was chuckling but this part had me laughing out loud (at night, by myself, my family has decided that I am strange). Now I KNOW that I will have to make it my business to make an effort to spend time with the turtles on their next migration. Cuz "those types" be "my types!" Full Enjoy!