Being the youngest and only single person on our trip, I have taken my role to heart. Obviously, I should be the one to play in the ocean for hours. Right?

I’ve always been willing to go into the ocean, but now that I’m in a part of the world where the water is clear to your feet, I am ALL OVER THAT JUNK. I pretty much swam like a little fishie all day long. My family occasionally ventured out to where I was, but for the most part, I just spent time with a pair of goggles, real live fishies and myself.

In fact, I only climbed out long enough to order a grilled cheese sandwich off the kid’s menu. What can I say? I was hoping it came with a cool toy.

After spending the day in the sun, we had showers and then went out to dinner. I’ve been trying to think of a way to describe the place we went to, but I’m having a hard time. Basically, you have this little thing-y (see how good I am with nouns? You should see me with verbs!) and when you turn it to green, your table is instantly surrounded by various men holding huge skewers of meat that you can choose from. They have 15 types of meat, so things got a bit hectic. When you want them to stop, you turn the thing-y over to red.

A quick re-cap: green means GO BRING ME MORE CHICKEN. Red means FOR THE LOVE OF MY TREADMILL, STOP.

One of the waiters that came to our table was young and intent on putting all 15 varieties of meat on my plate. I kept telling him that I didn’t need any more food, first politely (”Oh, no thank you, please.”) and then rather directly (”Get LAMBCHOP off my plate!”). Oh, I kid. I didn’t actually say anything about the lamb-y.

But what I did do was collapse in giggles every single time he would even come near our table, mainly because I knew it would be a matter of seconds before I was watching another skewer of meat take up residence on my plate. Mr. Waiter Boy apparently found the giggles intoxicating (you should see what they do to Imaginary Boyfriend) and therefore kept bringing meat and putting it on my plate regardless of my protests.

But the real highlight of the night came when we started making our way to the door of the restaurant. Mr. Waiter Boy was serving something to another table when he spotted me approaching the door. He immediately sat down his skewer, turned around and loudly proclaimed that I just couldn’t leave. I told him that I had to and when he asked why, I said that I had an ocean full of fishies to discover and I needed my beauty sleep.

At this point, obviously unwilling to take no for an answer to either the serving of meat or my imminent departure, Mr. Waiter Boy threw out his arms and launched into a song that he must had created as he sang along. It went a little something like “Don’t leave me; you can’t leave me. I won’t let you. Stay for awhile. More meat? Please don’t goooooooooooooo.”

I, of course, found myself quite smitten. But alas, I bid him farewell and walked out the door.

There’s other fish in the sea, right?