Day Six: One of the bartenders at our resort was originally from Boston. He and his girlfriend randomly decided one day to pack up everything and move to St. Thomas. They offered to take us and some other couples a little older than us out to one of the local beaches that day and we gladly accepted.
Here's the bottom near the edge of the reef. You can't really tell from these pictures (because the blue overpowers everything else) but the colors down there were amazing.
On our third night, the resort we were staying at threw a big party complete with alcohol (free), giant buffet (not free, doh!), limboing and kareoke. Here's me rocking my ultra tough limbo skillz. At first glance, it might look like the guy in the white shirt is trying to help me under...well, he's not. Look more carefully and you'll see that this evil man is pushing me so that I'll fall. (Evil Man! Evil "My Teeth Look Like Baked Beans" Man! Curse you!)
I was standing in the water with Kate and all of sudden she started jumping around and screaming because something was on her foot...which turned out to be a startfish. Right after I took this photo I promptly ripped off all of its arms. That'll teach him! NOBODY messes with MY girl!
We landed a day earlier than our scheduled check-in at the resort so we spent the first night in a beachside hotel near the airport. Fresh out of the water Kate poses on our room's porch (a photo which resulted in me locking ourselves out of our room).
