Shortly after lunch however, our pleasant little party was crashed. Some European vacationers decided to have some fun at the beach too, which was fine, until they started to undress inappropriately right in front of us. One of the ladies in our group went down to them and respectfully asked the ladies to put their tops back on or go farther down the beach out of site. (St. Vincent has no nude beaches.) There was a language barrier but they understood what was being asked. One of the ladies started to redress but one of the men in her group (who was photographing the ladies) came forward to put up a fight. Mom went down to try to figure out what language they were speaking and better communicate with them. The man got very angry and acted like he was going to shove my mom but she backed off. He started yelling at us in his language and we decided to ignore them. A little while later they were getting ready to leave. Apparently the man was still angry with us because he decided to come over and yell at us one last time then he turned around and mooned us before storming off to his taxi.
How rude! Some people are so immature that all you can do is shake your head. But don’t stoop to their level. Looking back, I find the situation kind of humorous.
The rest of the party was great. We ate fresh fish cooked over an open fire, enjoyed chocolate cake, drank from coconuts, snorkeled for hours, and had a great time. One of my parent’s friends brought his boat and we were able to snorkel while holding on to the side of the boat as he took us on a tour of the reef. That was so much fun and we saw so many fish and other sea creatures. My husband, dad, brother, and sister even snorkeled in a bat cave.
It was an exciting day. Mom, I hope you enjoyed your party. And I promise, we really didn’t order the strippers.
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