So Emma finally convinced the four of us to go on an excursion. And when I say excursion I mean I was sitting on a steel pipe in a tin boat as our Spanish "tour guides" whipped the thing back and forth, yelling "DE NUEVO," the waves completely drenching us. Don't get me wrong it was a blast and a half, the 8 of us looked like wet dogs clinging to the other yelping for more.

Trust me after they bring you to the first snorkeling spot things start to chillax. Although that may have been the provided beers setting in. Regardless the fishes were awesome and the attempted back flips off the side of the boat (which ended up wrong on all occasions) made for a fabulous day in the sun. Then it was off to Dada Life in the evening where our freaky side could come out.

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Clearly a sit down was much needed after that excursion. And while at it, why not take a couple typical white-girl photos of my greased up legs on the beach?

If only I had brought my banana costume on the road with me. Literally we could see the sweat dripping from their foreheads and when it was time to have a pillow fight I got to chuck a chunk of foam at their glistening bald heads.