Peter CP # 5

            On Thursday 27 April, Raul and I drove to St. George’s State Park at St. George’s Island for a day at the beach. Raul arrived at my house around 9:30 A.M. I made coffee, picked up food at Publix, filled the car with gas, and then departed. The drive lasted an hour and a half; we listened to music and talked. The sand at the beach is white and fine. The ocean was somewhat rough, but we swam in it anyway. There were little creatures everywhere; right under Raul’s towel was a crab. I culled it out of the sand with a sandal and tossed it in the water. Away from us another crab was fighting off a group of seabirds. I fended them off and observed that the crab was pregnant; she guarded a cluster of orange eggs that stuck to her abdomen. I left it alone and swam some more. Raul seemed to be enjoying himself. He described the beaches at Cancun. They resemble St. George's, but in the Yucatan, the sand is much whiter.