Red Fish, Blue Fish, Striped Fish, Enno Fish

Eric and I went snorkeling again today (a Sunday, gasp!) and walked right by a church...you aren't supposed to do any active things here on Sundays, so I felt pretty guilty, of course. But my guilt was quickly washed away with the tide as the waves carried us out to the watercolor coral of the Pacific. It took a while to swim out to the reef and we weren't sure we would ever get there, but we could hear the waves crashing beyond so we kept on swimming. Eventually it was worth it when we saw acres of pink, purple, ivory, and blue coral with red fish, blue fish, one fish, two fish! There were yellow and black striped diamond-shaped fish with long tails, small shimmery silver fish, big black pug fish with flattened noses like their faces had been squashed between a semi-truck and a highway divide, small black and electric blue fish that could mesmerize anyone, large speckled fish, and more. Maybe this is wrong, but for some reason It made me really hungry. Every fish I saw, I thought, "I wonder how that one tastes?!" Even the little swordfish swimming at the top of the surface looked not only shimmery and pretty but delicious too and I could just imagine their scales crisping at the edges and flaking off onto butter soaked aluminum paper over a hot grill. I think it is a sign that I need to get more protein into my diet. Either that, or a sign that I am going to be a bad-ass spear-fisher-woman someday. On our walk back we ran into the head-man from the missionary family who told us that a lot of the kids around here get started spearfishing by using any skinny, long car part that you can sharpen a point onto the end of. With so many broken down vehicles perched behind various palm trees through out Laura, I think it's time I find my weapon of choice and start capturing some fish.