John was down at the dock by 5:00 am to go trolling again with Bo (of course Bo did not show up until 5:30 am – island time you know). Success – John caught a 5 pound tuna. [Bev’s account – After breakfast, Michelle asked if I wanted to go find some sea grapes. I jumped at the chance. So we went down the beach where we went crabbing and there was a beautiful tree with hanging sea grapes. Michelle kept saying “Arg” – I asked her if she was a pirate and she said yes. We had a great time. If you can’t reach the grapes you hit them off with a long stick. We also picked some plums – they were not like our plums at home. Grandma had taken the top off two green coconuts with her machete. She gave John and I each one to drink. I felt like I was in the movie Cast Away. For lunch Marta fried John’s tuna. It was delicious. Grandma came by telling John something in Spanish – we had no clue what she was saying – Bo interpreted – she said “go back to the reef and catch another fish, it was good”.] After lunch we went to a popular place with a reef called Michael’s Rock to snorkel. For some reason the water wasn’t very clear so there were not as many fish. It was still awesome but we were a little disappointed. Tonight for dinner we had crab something, made out of the crabs we had caught the night before. [Bev’s account of the evening – After dinner John was set up to fish and I went crab hunting with Grandma and Brenda. We were after the big blue crabs. We caught about half a bucket full. As we were walking back toward the dock, to my right was a big iguana on the beach near the water. Including its tail maybe 4 ½ feet long. Grandma and Brenda started whacking it and I just shined my light on it. I couldn’t figure out what was going on. It started swimming out into the ocean to far for them to get to it. I continued to shine my flashlight on it and soon it was headed back towards the beach. I took the stick from Grandma and asked if they wanted it dead. “Yes!” So Brenda and I were running up to the beach to catch up to the iguana. We were hitting it while it was still in the water and then it turned to go towards the jungle on the beach. I stepped on its tail and then knocked him out. I “thought” that he was dead. They were so excited and it was a big one. Grandma grabbed him by the tail and I grabbed the bucket of crabs and we made it back to the dock. I was real excited to show John what we had been up to. After pictures the iguana started coming alive and scared us to death. But we killed it, again. Grandma took the machete and cut his head off and then she skinned and gutted it. Then she worked on the crabs with John’s help. What a night – it was great and Grandma said, “It made her happy”.]