Sue in the City of Brotherly Love

Last weekend I was in the city of brotherly love, Philadelphia. Did you know, that the Liberty Bell is no longer on display there? That's right. The bell that we took the bus to go see when we were little kids in school is no longer there. It is under lock and key someplace safe (from terrorists I suppose). I digress.

I was there for a wedding of my dear friend's daughter. It was held at the Fels Planetarium. What a super place for a wedding. Of course there was a show first that made us all feel kind of small and insignificant; think 2001 a Space Odyssey. But the dim lighting was perfect for me.

The bride's dress was a retro look like Nancy Sinatra's These Boot's Were Made for Walking outfit, but with short sleeves. She is a brunette with jaw length hair, and wore it close to her face and added an off-white feather hair clip. The look worked great!


When I gave her the gift check, she demurely tucked it into the top of one of her boots and purred "See, they are for more than just walking."

I loved meeting the groom and his family and I think the match is perfect. I hope they live happily ever after!

I got to play dress up and wear my royal blue velvet dress, that I have lent out more than worn myself. I also wore the scarf I bought to go with it and the earrings that Jason Robards helped me smuggle into this country. (Click on photos to enlarge)



Sean and I had a great time and it was great to see our dear friends again.

Damien Crosse - Providence Appearance

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Damien Crosse will be appearing in Providence on February 23rd.

I Want to be Lucas

Friday Fantasy - Part 1, Devil Down Under

I don’t know how I could have let this happen. I don’t know how I could have gone on a trip and fallen in love with a guy. What a disaster. I kind of felt like my life was over. That was what I thought as I sat at my desk at the foundation, looking blankly at my computer screen behind the privacy of my off-white fuzzy cubicle walls.

“Hallo!” Mr. Butterfly’s head popped over one of my “walls”. He was so cute when he was chipper.

“Want to go get a cup of cappuccino?”

“Sure.”

So, we made our way to the kiosk in the sunny atrium of our building. While the nice lady with the Greta Garbo ID was fixing our coffees, he asked me what was wrong. Was I that transparent I wondered? Of course, he knew me so well. So, I told him.

“I’m in love with Pete.”

“From our last trip? That’s great! Have you told him? Does he feel the same way?”

“It is not great, it is a disaster. He lives and works in the area here. It means my single, partying life is over. I am totally bummed out.”

“Well, until you tell him and he says that he feels the same way, it isn’t. I mean maybe he doesn’t, and then you would still be okay, right?”

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Oh.” We got our cappuccinos and sat down. I stared into my foam dejectedly as it swirled when I stirred my sugar in the raw into it. He continued. “I wonder where they will be sending us next. Do you have any ideas?”

“Not a one. But here comes Dr. Gutekunde so we may find out soon. Greetings Dr.!”

“Best of the morning to you both! Let me grab a coffee and I’ll join you.”

Five minutes later he was sitting with us. “How are my two favorite scientists today? Have we recovered from our last adventure?” Both of us nodded vigorously. “Good! Okay, Amazon compound update. We have been able to synthesize large quantities with our scale up process and the safety studies continue. First in man is on schedule and should occur in one month. Management is quite pleased. No progress on names that I know of. Any suggestions?” Our faces looked blank. “Hmm. Disappointing. I don’t know if there will be any bonuses this year.” He looked at us for effect. “Kidding! Ha! Got you with that one!”

“Very funny Doc”, I murmured.

“My sides are splitting.”, said Mr. Butterfly.

“I’m so glad you two appreciate my sense of humor. Okay, then the next trip. You, Mr. Butterfly will be going to Australia! Excited? Are you? Wondering what we will have you doing there??? You will be helping locals to find the rare and until recently thought extinct Eltham Copper Butterfly, and studying venom collection from Death Adder snakes. The foundation is planning to study the venom from these snakes as anti cancer agents and we need establish a supply. In order to get some we have to cozy up to the institutions that produce it.”

“Now, Dr. Fairview, you may have noticed that your specialty is not included in this trip. That is not an oversight. It is the general feeling at the foundation that it would be best for you to take some time off right now considering the difficulties that you encountered on the last trip. Actually, I cannot remember the last time you took vacation, so you must have time off coming to you. I know you don’t like to be left out, but don’t take it personally.”

“Um, I don’t know what to say. I don’t feel like I need time off.”

“Promise me you will think about it. Imagine a place you have always wanted to visit and then plan a trip there.”

“I promise to think about it. May I go back to my cubicle now?”

“Sure.”

I stood and he stood. I walked away dazed. He continued standing. He then said to Mr. Butterfly “Come to my office and I will introduce you to our new Herpetologist.”

So, they walked together to Dr. Gutekunde’s office where he instructed his secretary to call the new herpetologist. They settled themselves in the office, Dr. Gutekunde sat behind the desk and Mr. Butterfly sat in a guest chair. Shortly, a very handsome and buff young man entered the office. Mr. Butterfly stood and was introduced to Dr. Donald Aubrey. Mr. Butterfly interrupted Dr. Gutekunde’s introduction and introduced himself as he usually did.

Dr. Donald Aubrey, Herpetologist

“Let’s not stand on formality. Everyone calls me Mr. Butterfly.” Then he batted his eyelashes, which he could not help but doing when he was introduced to a comely young man.

Then the two young men shook hands. Donnie's grip was warm and strong. Dr. Gutekunde continued. “Donnie is a postdoc whose dissertation was on the comparative neurotoxic profiles of snake venoms in rats and their resulting tissue pathologies.”

“Fascinating!”, purred Mr. Butterlfly who was transfixed by Dr. Aubrey and trying to determine if he could see his nipples pressing through the fabric of his pastel pink polo shirt.

“Donnie, I was updating Mr. Butterfly on the trip to Austrialia. Donnie will be an asset to the team because he can catch venomous snakes and knows the chemistry of their venoms. He will also be a real help in the lab when you return as he knows a bunch about the chemistry of anticancer agents too. I am sure the two of you will make a great team!”

Donnie smiled a big smile at Mr. Butterfly and Mr. Butterfly almost fainted from the resulting eye contact.

* * *

I was mega bummed. I didn’t need any time off. I felt fine. I needed work to distract me. Distract me from my troubles. My telephone rang.

“Hello, this is Dr. Sue Fairview.”

“Hi Susie! It’s Pete. How ya doin’?

“Hey Pete! Great to hear from you. I am okay. How are you?”

“I am fine. Just thought I’d check in on ya. Are you really okay? I think I detect a little something in your voice.”

“Well, the foundation thinks I need to take some time off.”

“That sounds like a good idea to me.”

“Really?”

“You have been through a lot on the last trip. I’m glad that they see it that way too. Besides, then we can be together. I miss you.”

“You do?”, I replied.

“Yes.”

“When do you get off work today?”

“I could leave now.”

“I guess I could too.”

“Where shall we meet?”

“We could meet at my place.”, I offered.

“That sounds great! Can you give me directions?” So I did.

After getting the directions from Sue, Pete hung up the phone. Austin said “Why didn’t you tell her that you were there last night?”

“Now, now, don’t want to freak the girl out, do we?”, said Pete.

“I don’t suppose we do.”

“How is it going looking for a place since your shapely fiancée threw you out?”

“If I don’t find a place soon, Chuck is going to give me the boot too.”

“I thought you didn’t like the fact that he smokes.”

“True, true. I just have to keep looking.”

“Now clear out, I have to go and screw my lady love.”

"What a romantic!"

"Fuck you!"

* * *

Mr. Butterfly followed Dr. Aubrey’s bubble butt back to his cubicle to share data on their trip. On the way back he passed Sue’s cubby and noticed she was not there. He called to Donnie to hold up for a sec and checked with the assistant, Shari, as to where Sue was.

“Sue left for the day and said to tell you that she was meeting Pete, Mr. B.”

“Oh, good, then I don’t have to worry about her. Thanks Shar!”

Then he continued to follow Donnie’s butt down to his cubicle. He was really going to have to work on paying attention to the job this time and not his distracting coworker. To think that he would be traveling halfway around the world with this gorgeous male right next to him, and might have to keep his hands to himself. Sigh. He wasn’t sure he was capable of it. He was having trouble focusing even right now. It was time to pull himself together and stop thinking about his own sex life, or lack thereof.

Donnie said something, but Mr. Butterfly didn’t hear it and had to ask him to repeat it. How embarrassing is that? That really must stop. Get a grip Mr. Butterfly, get a grip!

Photo credit Dr. Donald Aubrey: Cesto de Gatos

On My iPod Today...

Francesco D'Macho's Safe Sex Campaign in Australia

Francesco D'Macho recently traveled Down Under to take part in a safe sex campaign on behalf of the porn industry. A sharp increase in HIV infections has been seen in males under the age of 30, so the campaign is definitely needed. Francesco notes that there is a rise in so called "bare backing" porn also and this must be combated.

Thus, Francesco rides to the rescue. What better choice than he, I ask you? Who could resist his charms? He is active in both the porn industry and his personal sex life and in both he practices safe sex. Plus he is to die for gorgeous. Sigh.

So, here he is in Melbourne, signing Hot House shirts, jeans, or even skin.





And here he is trying to get the microphone away from TV personality Adam Richard.



So check out Francesco's blog to hear the wonderful interview he gave. Such important work should not go unnoticed. Great job Francesco!

Next he will be in Sydney.

What's Happening to Mom's Dog?

Vasco's first clip:


Second clip:

Is he getting more black spots because:

1. His coat reflects the state of my mother's soul and she keeps sinning.
2. He is growing up.
3. He rolled in tar at the beach.
4. He gets way too much sun.
5. He is turning into a dalmatian.
   

New Hot Ice Skater

You may be asking yourself, who is this hot hunk that Sue's got her eye on? He is none other than US National Ice Skating Champion for 2007 and 2008, Evan Lysacek. At 6'1" in height, he is one tall drink of water. He caught my eye when I was in Philadelphia this past weekend with a flat screen television and the nationals were on. There he was performing in all his glory. Sigh. I was transfixed. Mesmerized. I have included the video of the performance here for you to see. You have to pay particular attention to his face at the end. His eyes and the grizzled beard will just make you swoon.






2008 Nationals:



Here is another video from the Gotta Skate Program:

A-Tisket, A-Tasket

A BLUE AND YELLOW BASKET.



Shamelessly stolen from Bill in Exile.

Honduran Hooky - Part 10, First Dive

The next day, I was all fired up for my first snorkel and Sean’s first dive off of the boat. I rose first and raced down to breakfast, only to be met by somber faces at the dock and restaurant. Katy was there and broke the news to me. There was a storm coming and the boats were not leaving the channel. Fuck! So today again, we would be in Spooky Channel. Katy was going to skip snorkeling as she felt that the current was too strong yesterday and the dive group was going to dive in the channel later this morning. Double fuck! I looked out at the coral surrounding the channel and the waves were breaking harder on the reef. I sighed deeply and resigned myself to staying in the channel. It would be fun.

We fed the stray cats at the table and some of them climbed up and let us pet them. Tonight, we were going to see Finding Nemo. I had never seen it before.

Later that morning, I donned my snorkel gear and headed into the water. I had no buddy, but one of the dive personnel was going to keep an eye on me. The visibility was not as good as the day before because the wave action was greater and the bottom was stirred up more. But still I managed to be mesmerized by all of the living things as I drifted and swam along, looking at the unusual coral formations of the reef. Eventually I came over very deep water and sandy bottom and I wondered just where I was. So I poked my head up and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had been sucked almost entirely into the channel. I could literally feel the sucking. If I had stayed still, I would have certainly been sucked right out into the ocean in no time. But I swam away seriously for a good while. I did not have to use my arms or anything like that; just a good solid steady kick did the trick. I was close to needing my arms though. The current was definitely getting worse. When I neared the dock a few hundred yards away, it was worse still, and I was tempted to use my arms but determined not to. I am a stubborn old fool. Who was I trying to impress?

I missed seeing the dive group go in. They came back without incident. Three men swam in channel in the afternoon and I watched them come back. They had the same experience that I did and came back breathless and had to use their arms since the current had gotten worse in the intervening time.

Far later in the afternoon, there was some excitement when one person who was a guest at the hotel decided to go out with a kayak. He thought he would be safe, because the kayak would float and he could hang onto it. So, he tied himself to it and brought his snorkel fins. Little did he know that the kayak leaked and soon it filled with water and became unmanageable. Fortunately it never outright sank. But, he couldn’t untie himself from it and the kayak was heading for the channel opening and dragging him with it. Waves were pounding him and the kayak. He took off his fins and put them on the kayak, but he could not untie the rope and swim away from the boat. He had not brought his scuba knife. Meanwhile, the kayak was lodged across the channel opening and both of them were brutally being beaten by the waves.

The dive personnel took action. They manned a boat and drove it out to the troubled man, dropped off the dive master and the motored further west to a safe passage out of the channel. The dive master swam to the man and cut him free of the boat with his dive knife. Then he pushed the boat out into the open water beyond the channel. The two men followed the boat out into the open water, where the water was calmer. There they treaded water while the motor boat arrived.

The guy in the green shirt is the hero dive master.

Once safely back at the dock, the man was tired and though once he had been a lifesaver himself, he admitted that he would have been done for with out the assistance of the dive master. He felt pretty stupid not to have brought a knife with him. So he tipped the dive master one hundred dollars and bought him a drink and we all celebrated the life saved that night.

Then as the storm blew and howled, we watched Finding Nemo. The tarps around the outdoor restaurant had to be unrolled and tied down to protect us from the wind, rain and sand blowing sideways. I had a great time.

Here is a video of whale sharks, which hang out around Roatan and I would love to see:

Friday Fantasy - Part 19, Ecuadorian Equinox

Before I begin this final chapter of Ecuadorian Equinox, I would like to thank my brother, Verne, for his help. Verne lived peacefully in a rainforest in Ecuador for six months studying minimal sizes needed for a forest to survive as far as the pressures of logging some years ago. He supplied information on living in this ecosystem such as diet, bathing, Ecuadorian Army involvement (they actually flew him in a helicopter to his camp with guys with machine guns), sleeping arrangements (they didn’t share bags, but they used them), attire, sexes and sex as well as many other aspects that brought realism to this story. I cannot thank him enough. Verne loved Ecuador so much, that now he thinks of retiring there. Thank you Verne, your little sister loves you!

Pete, Mr. Butterfly, Austin, Chuck and I arrived at Oscar’s hospital room together later that same afternoon. Oscar was sitting up in bed watching television and jabbering away in Spanish to his two wounded Ecuadorian Army roomies. He was so happy to see us and broke from his conversation immediately.

“Well, they let anybody in here don’t they!” he exclaimed when he saw us.

Right away he shook hands with Pete, Austin, Chuck and Mr. Butterfly and gave me a hug. “Hey how are you guys doing?”

“We should as you the same question,” said Pete. “When are they springing you from this joint?”

“Maybe today. The doctor should be coming around anytime now.”

“That’s great news Oscar!”, replied Pete. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something. I thought you did a super job on this trip. You were there when we needed you, tracking the guerrillas handily, spying on Cristo and Sue, gaining Cristo’s trust, fighting the guerrillas with a machine gun. All in all, your performance was above and beyond what I hired you for and very impressive. In light of that, I am offering you a contract with my company on all of my future jobs that might require your services.”

“Wow, Pete, that’s really great! Thanks so much!”, said Oscar with a huge grin. “When do I start?”

“Cool your jets amigo! You’re still healing. I’ll let you know when I need you. Deal?”

“Deal!”

Just then the Doctor walked in. It was really crowded and so Austin and Chuck left and waited in the hallway.

“Buenos tardes Oscar. Are these the American Doctors that you were telling me about?”, he asked as he went about examining Oscar and looking under his bandage at the wound.

“Yes Doctor Gomez.”

I said “But he is a Lepidopterist.”

“And she is a botanist.”, finished Mr. Butterfly.

Dr. Gomez looked up and said “Still I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Oscar, the wound looks good; it is healing well and the infection is gone. I will stop the Vancomycin drip and begin the month supply of oral antibiotics. Remember Oscar, you must take all of the drugs regardless of how you feel. You can check out now.” Then he smiled and shook our hands vigorously. We all smiled.

Oscar couldn’t wait to get out. His clothes were right there in a bag that the guys had brought. He couldn’t get dressed fast enough. There were no papers to sign and he walked out with us, a free man.

* * *

That night at dinner, William presented our findings as far as the Teagueia. All told we had found 6 species already found previously. Not bad when you considered the short time we had on the mountain. The north group had found 4 and the south group had found 3, but there was an overlap of one species. We felt pretty good about our results. The problem was, the Ecuadorian Army was combing the area for more guerrillas and would not allow any expeditions on the mountain for a year. That really sucked. So, we had to feel satisfied for now at least.

After dinner, Austin leaned over to Oscar and none too subtly whispered “Would you like to come upstairs with Mr. B and me?” Then he winked at him.

Oscar kind of rolled his eyes but said “Sure.” So they all stood and excused themselves and went up the stairs together. We all exchanged uncomfortable glances. I couldn’t help it, as soon as they had closed the door upstairs, I began to laugh. That broke the ice for every body and everybody joined in the chuckle. Smooth, they were not.

Everyone got up from the table at that point and began milling about. Pete and I went for a quick walk around Quito before we retired for the evening. Tonight we were going to play a game. The game that I promised him when we were at the 3200 meters north camp. That seemed so long ago now. As we climbed the stairs at the hotel, I had to get into the correct mindset for the game.

Pete was going to attack me when we got into the room and I was going to fight him off to the best of my ability. Ha! This would be good. I wonder how long he was going to let me get away with this charade. So, I opened the door and we entered the room. I put the keys on the bureau. I hadn’t even turned around and he grabbed my upper arm with a vice like grip. I wrestled free with some force and stood my ground in a horse stance facing him. He laughed at me. Bastard! Though I must admit, I must be crazy to think I could take on this mountain of a man. But then again, I wasn’t thinking I would win. That wasn’t the plan at all.

Pete held his hand towards my face and I slapped it away. He smiled. He unbuckled his pants and began to unbutton his shirt. Cheeky devil I thought. I tried to kick him in the balls and almost got him. He stepped back at the last moment. I was kind of glad that I missed as I wouldn’t have wanted to hurt him there. At least now he kept his eye on me. I continued to move around the room, staying out of reach. But I only delayed the inevitable. Finally, clad only in his boxers, Pete made his move. He stepped into the middle of my horse stance and grabbed me around the waist with one huge arm and lifted me clean off of the floor. He carried me to the bed and threw me onto it. I felt like a twig. I only could have fought back if I meant to seriously hurt him. But I would never give in!

I scrambled to get away. His weight wasn’t on me yet, so I did. He didn’t realize that would have to hold me down because I intended to fight every moment this time. I managed to get off the bed entirely. He caught me before I got very far though and pulled me back down onto the mattress. Now it became a battle of hands. His fought to get my clothes off, and mine fought to keep them on. Then it dawned on him that he could hold both my hands in one of his and undress me with his other hand. But my legs were kicking, so he pinned them under his massive legs. All this time, he had the raging hard-on of all time. It was really difficult to fight him off, when what I really wanted was right there rubbing all over me. I was completely soaking wet, by the time he lost patience and ripped my panties off. He then plunged into me, filling me up and sending me straight to heaven. There is nothing like that feeling. I came straight away, spasming on him and he moaned with appreciation as he continued to pump away at me. He kissed me deeply, and I loved the feeling of his scruffy unshaveness on my chin. Then he put his huge forearm under my ass and lifted me up. Then he could really pump freely and quickly and I loved it. But I think I was supposed to be still fighting him off. Fuck that! I was way too into it now. I just lay back and moaned with pleasure. He was getting that telltale blush on his face, neck and chest that foretold wonderful things to come. I looked up at his beautiful muscles as they worked together to fuck me into oblivion. He breathing quickened and then, he seemed to be catching his breath, then suddenly he came with a groan. He collapsed on top of me and our sweat mingled together.

I loved him.

Oscar found himself in the room with Austin and Mr. B. There was one queen size bed and three guys. Austin spoke.

“Um, well recently I have found that I am gay. Mr. B here is the only guy I have been with so far. I am looking to, well; expand my horizons, if you catch my drift.”

Oscar chuckled and replied “That’s great that you can say that Austin! Congratulations! I am glad to help out in any way I can.” Then he smiled broadly. “Just let me know how I can help.”

Austin looked at Mr. Butterfly and said “Are you game?”

“Um, yeah!”, said the young explorer remembering how great Oscar looked naked and the size of his dick.

“Okay then, I will propose a plan. Oscar you are injured so you might have to lie down on the bed and not move a lot. Mr. B will be fucked by Oscar, and will blow me. How does that sound? Every body cool with that?”

Oscar said “Sounds like a plan.”

The young explorer said “Cool.”

So, the three young men began to undress casually together, sometimes kissing, caressing and fondling each other. When they got to Oscar’s shoulder Austin and the young explorer were gentle and wanted to remove the bandages and kiss it to make it better. But Oscar did not let them. He laid on the bed while the young explorer was on his hands and knees to give him a blow job. It did not take long for Oscar to get good and hard. How large his uncut erection was!

The young explorer licked up and down the length of it before engulfing it entirely and giving it a good hard suck. Then he swallowed it repeatedly while Oscar moaned. The young explorer was pleasantly surprised to feel Austin licking his butt hole out. Had he taught Austin to rim? This was an unexpected turn on.

Oscar soon reached for the condoms by the bed and donned one. He lubed up and the young explorer turned to squat over him. He lowered himself slowly over Oscar to control the entry of the enormous dick into his butt hole. This might hurt a bit. It did hurt. At least he was in control of the pain and it would be over soon enough. When it was done, and Oscar was all the way in, it felt so good, the young explorer never wanted it to stop. Oscar was feeling no pain either. There was Austin, the interest apparent on his face; he had never seen anyone else top someone. But now, he wanted the young explorer’s mouth to service him too. So, the young explorer opened wide and allowed Austin’s erection into his mouth. Austin slapped his open mouth with his erection first, to punish him for letting another man fuck him. Finally he allowed the young explorer to suck his dick. Austin grabbed his head and force fed him his dick, ensuring that he didn’t lose it busy as he was fucking Oscar.

Oscar came pretty quickly, perhaps because he was in the hospital and it had been so long since he had sex. So, Austin decided to finish the young explorer. He donned a condom, bent the man over and fucked the young explorer like there was no tomorrow. He made up for the size difference with his vigour. Both he and the young explorer came explosively together.

THE END

Alex Baresi New Rubber Collection

Alex Baresi modeling his new rubber collection at the NYClub in Munich for photographer Matthias. He said it was quite hot during the shoot and I must agree. It does look pretty hot. Don't you think so?

The Tale of TJ & Jared

Originally posted by Tassos

Guess Whose Birthday It Is Today???

Make Me a Supermodel

If you live in the USA, this is what you should be watching on Bravo at 10 pm on Thursday nights:



For more insight, Proceed at Your Own Risk.

Honduran Hooky - Part 9, Spooky Channel

I had started writing Honduran Hooky in June, and stopped in September because Sean was running for Mayor of our small town. But, now at the request of Dennis, who was born on Roatan, I will complete this tale. You can find the first 8 posts here.

I walked down to the beach with Katy, my snorkel buddy. We had been told that the current in Spooky Channel would sweep us toward the inlet which was towards the East, so we began off the beach that was westward of the dock. We donned our fins and walked awkwardly backwards until the water was deep enough to swim in. This was the first time I had worn my full body swim suit. It was black and very cool. Then the underwater world of wonder opened to me. I kept hoping that I would see an eagle ray, or maybe some other rarity. But there was so much to see all around me I was captivated as always when I snorkeled. Just looking at the fish and coral was plenty to keep me occupied.

We had barely gotten out of the shallow water when Katy stood up and shouted for my attention. I picked my head up out of the water and she was gesturing wildly for me to look at something. So I did. I swam towards where she was pointing, and holy shit! It was a small eagle ray! It was flying shyly through the water to get away from us, but I swam at great speed to keep up with it as long as I could and had a great, if fleeting view. I’ll never forget it.

We next swam out following the contours of the channel, or so we thought. When we brought our heads up, we couldn’t believe where we were. We were in the middle of the Spooky Channel. We had been sucked in unbeknownst to us and in spite of our plans not to be. It happened pretty quickly. Now we had to swim out. But that was pretty easy, as the current was not that bad. We swam easily back to the dive dock. Many other snorkelers were there and had had a great time too. Of course we told them about seeing our eagle ray. To our chagrin, others had seen it too.

Then it was time for our first dinner at the resort. It was wonderful to be together with our whole dive group, since I knew all of them and we all got along so well. It was a big party full of jokes and boasts and that kind of thing. The female bar tender was a real character and kept us laughing. She had a scarlett macaw that was trained to do things. It was very amusing. The resort also had another large Amazon parrot that was green as well as a dog and several stray cats and chickens. The food was a fresh fish of some sort and the coffee was terrific. The staff was very friendly and warm. We shared stories of what we had seen that day in the water. The dive staff told us that sometimes there were whale sharks seen off Roatan. I was thrilled. It has always been a personal goal of mine to see a whale shark. We were all so tired that when it came time for bed, we were more than ready.

This is what snorkeling is like. Below is a video of a snorkel that I would have loved to do.