One of the days we sailed away on a catamaran.  Maybe it's just because I'm from the desert, but I didn't get over the gorgeousness of the blue seas, the refreshment of the salty breeze, the loveliness of the jungle mountains the entire time.  We snorkeled, fighting over frozen peas to feed swarms of enthusiastic and not-so-shy fish.  I've never seen so many aquatic creatures in my life, but they were all fascinating in their beautiful or just plain bizarre shapes, colors, and habits.

  Another time we took a hike.  Japanese influence embellished the lands before the trail, as did strange types of plants-- lots of gruava trees-- and streams.  Even though we accidentily left our bag of tennis shoes at the hotel and had to hike in flipflops, the air was so pure that it was much more exhilerating than difficult.  Now see, I was smart and wore a swimsuit underneath.  Sure enough we encountered water, and even though my siblings could only stick their feet in, I plunged into the gurgling stream with no regrets.
  Now I must dedicate a photo section to the flowers.  Because they were lovely.