9/30/11

Seriously, like every single day we were there, there was a red flag on the beach, and to this day, I don’t know what that means.

I mean, we didn’t see any jellyfish.. but nobody was swimming in the ocean.

Well, I say nobody.

WE swam in the ocean.

And there was one other couple, who also commented that they had no idea what the red flags meant.

Sometimes I love being a tourist. Because honestly, you’re just expected to be a moron. I’m sure a ton of people knew what those damn flags meant, but there wasn’t a sign.

The weather was beautiful and the water was calm, so we swam.

For ten minutes, and then I chickened out and insisted that we go find something else to do.

Because I’ve also seen too many scary movies, and I refuse to be the idiot that dies in the first 30 minutes while everyone else has no idea that Sharktopus is hanging out, just far enough out to grab any stupid Americans.

You’ve seen Sharktopus, haven’t you?

Terrifying.