We left Rodney Bay yesterday morning and motored in the rain to Anse Cochon (just south of it actually) where we picked up a mooring ball. Dr. Special (Michael) found us soon after we arrived and told us he owned the moorings so we would need to pay him. He also had a huge conch shell to sell us. My husband, the impossible tourist, paid the man for the ball, which probably was necessary and then bought the conch shell from him. We had a serious conversation afterwards and although Ed couldn't promise to stop buying trinkets from every Tom, Dick, Harry and Dr. Special he meets, he did say he would try harder to resist or else let me deal with them. No harm done, but where in the world are going to store the enormous conch shell?

We snorkeled along the reef and decided it was a great spot but poor visibility and no sun made it less than ideal.

Luna borrowed Nancy Jo's rain hat after getting pretty wet in the rain and asked if we'd take her picture for the blog. Demanding little girl...