IF YOU'RE MY SON OR BROTHER, DON'T READ THIS

You see, they both worry when I leave the country. When I do stuff I shouldn't. Like ride on the back of a motorcycle with some Dominican named Pablo. We were tracking down an Albert Pujols Dominican Republic cap.

After we got there, in some place not many tourists have ever been, the Dominican Pablo knew tried to sell me a Phillies hat because it had a P for Pujols on it. I knew better. I guess I should mention that I had no identification on me other than our pass to get back on the cruise ship. Also, only about $15. But it was fun and I purchased a Dominican cap that I wore on our return ride to the park where I encountered him at vendor's booth.

They also might not like my scary boat ride with a wild Frenchman in St. Lucia. Fortunately two other French Canadian teachers were on board. When the waves formed a wall way over our heads to our port side, our guide started talking loudly to someone on the other end of his cell. I thought he sounded panicky, but Guy and Stephanie were calm so I wasn't worried. Until I noticed there were no lifejackets or lifesaver floats of any kind.

But we were fine; it was a great ride. We went under a cave-like rock as pictured. Ours was thicker and deeper, but it made for a good picture on both sides. The whole ride was fun in the little boat in the deep sea. The waters were so choppy, though, we had to take a van back to our ship rather than traverse the waves again.

So, Scott and Jack, if you did read this entry, I promise to be more cautious on my next journey. (I had to pause in my typing to uncross my fingers).