haha, sorry Anonymous, but I am glad that you enjoy the story so far. Here is the next part... On Monday we went to Captain Don's happy hour to see the legend himself. It was a treat to be able to meet Capt. Don. I find it absolutely amazing how he had the foresight to do all of the things that he did for Bonaire. What a genius he is to know that this treasure of an island must be preserved. Did environmentalists even exist back then when the island was growing? I wish that some other areas in the world felt the same way. It is such a terrible thing to see a dead reef and wonder "what if...". The next day we snorkeled in the morning at the site by the airport. This is a great place to snorkel. We entered at the parking area beach, swam to the pier, went around the pier and drifted back. It was great. After snorkeling there, I met up with the my training group (3 of us) at Wanna Dive and we went out for dive #2. We dive right in town, and I was surprised at how nice it was. While diving there we saw a very larger puffer, an octopus and on the ascend I spotted a seahorse. Since I am new to diving, I found it thrilling to be able to just hover next to the seahorse and get a good look at the little fella. I love snorkeling, but there is quite a difference. When we exited the water the instructor TM said to the crew at the dive shop, "the seahorse is back!". It seems that he takes residence in the area...too funny. I love the resident fish, seahorse, birds, etc. There was a bird off our balcony that stood on the same rock every morning looking for his/her breakfast buffet from the sea. I have yet to run into Charlie the Tarpon but I look forward to meeting him. I have run into a rather large barracuda a few times near the Sandollar/Den Leman pier. We ate at "It Rains Fishes" this night and it was good, but not as good as I had remembered. I had the garlic shrimp there which I have had before...but the shrimp were not as good as in the past. We still enjoyed the meal though. My father had a special that they had that night which was a teriyaki tuna stir fry. I tried it and it was very good, better than the shrimp, imho. We grabbed an early breakfast at City Cafe the next day. I like their breakfast a lot there and it is rather reasonable with a good variety of choices. After breakfast I met up with the Wanna Dive crew again for my last 2 dives for my certification. I would like to just add that I had no idea how much diving knocks you out. Is it the nitrogen build up? I felt like a ton of bricks hit me in the head after these 2 dives. The second of the 2 dives was the first one where we got to kind of go around an explore a little. I found the feeling of going down there so amazing. The sounds of your exhaled bubbles is very peaceful and the fish swimming around you or above you is quite comforting. To me, that is the major difference between snorkeling and diving. The first time I looked up and saw the fish swimming above me...I knew that I was hooked right away. I felt like I was more one with their environment as opposed to being an onlooker from above, just peering into their world. We had a quick lunch back at Den Leman, then went off to snorkel 1000 steps. As soon as we entered 1000 steps we ran into a very large parrotfish. I guess it might have been an alpha male or something. I have a picture of him, that I will try to upload when I am home. We then ran into a school of squid which is always nice. It seemed to be a good time to see squid as we saw them almost every time we went into the water. Later that night we did a night snorkel with Renee at the Divi. The town pier was occupied by a coast guard ship. As usual, this was a very fruitful experience. She pointed out these tiny tiny squid that were following us around. They were about 1 inch long and very cool to watch. Saw the many usual suspects of sleeping parrotfish, an octopus, many lobster, shrimp...a wonderful snorkel. The trip home was when things took a turn for the worst. We had been following the news about the upcoming storm that was about to hit the Northeast US, but what can you do? We took DAE back to Aruba and the airport there was chaos. Our flight had already been cancelled. Word around the airport was that we would be stuck in Aruba until Tuesday (this was on Friday). Well, we initially had a direct flight from Aruba to JFK, but we ended up taking the following route. Aruba > San Juan, 3 hour layover > Miami, spent the night in Miami. Miami was more of a mess than Aruba. They had 188 people on standby (for about 5 open seats on 3 flights) and we were #s 58/59...not good. Then there was 400 people on standby and we dropped to 89/90...it was craziness. At the time, my mother happened to be in West Palm Beach visiting my grandmother in the hospital. She was scheduled to fly Southwest from West Palm Beach at 7pm that night. It was quite clear that we were not getting on a flight in Miami for quite some time. So, we ended up buying the last 2 seats on the Southwest flight from West Palm Beach to Islip, NY. We got lucky with that. My mother then drove down to Miami to pick us up and we drove north to West Palm Beach. Once there, we were fortunate enough to have some time to stop by the hospital to visit my grandmother...a nice positive outcome for all of the headache. Our surprise visit lifted her spirits. We then went to check in with Southwest airlines. We had been calling them all day and the flight was still scheduled to go...but then they told us of a 45 minute delay (no biggie), then an hour and a half (still okay), then 2.5 hours. 2.5 hours was a problem b/c Islip does not allow incoming flights past 11pm. Anyway, we found some comfortable seats in the terminal and started to settle in. Then an amazing turn of events...we were watching the screen and it flipped from a 2.5 hour delay to, get this, ON TIME!!!??? I have never witnessed such a thing and had to rub my eyes to make sure I was reading it correctly. Lo and behold the flight left on time and we travelled back to New York with my mother. What a relief...finally on our way back home. The worst part was just not knowing when you would be going anywhere. The lack of information was painful. So, my bag with all of my dive gear was somehow in transit to JFK on the flight that we did not get on. I was worried that it was lost, but what can you do. The day after I returned home, I took the ride to JFK and I spotted my bag right way through the window. Amazed, I gave my ticket to the baggage services people and merrily went on my way. It was quite a journey but all things went well in the end and I was able to visit my ailing grandmother. I guess it was meant to be that way... 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