(Quepos, Costa Rica)
To say we had the best Christmas in the history of time may be a bit boastful of me. Though I doubt I’m that far off. There was the traditional Christmas flair and fare like sparkly decorative balls, a tasty brunch spread, and the exchanging of gifts.
To really set it off though, Oceanna offered up some of her own Christmas treats. Like Dad reeling in a hefty Mahi Mahi right off the hop to feed the masses for the entirety of the day. We also had Uncle Wayne the turtle whisperer pointing out his friends all day, and endless pods of dolphins playing in our bows.
As a real Christmas miracle we had not a spit of wind. Which means no sailing, but lends wonderfully to swimming 20 nautical miles offshore in glassy, brilliant blue waters. A truly special and memorable experience that we cashed in on more than once.
If one thought all of that was enough there was more! A complete drag line of Foy’s, Tasha’s backflip, balloon hats, bowl shots, and oh! the cocktails.
Loading up the masses.
First things first, get Mom and the decorations.
Auntie Susie too.
Uncle Wayne scoping out the day to come.
Oceanna more than ready for the day.
Shea getting the fishing lines in the water.
These three waiting for the fish to come.
Uncle Wayne reeling one in! Too bad it was a little tuny. No good for eating, still fun to catch.
Shea got one too!
Uncle Greg just looking good.
For Christmas I stepped up my game from Wiwosas to Mimosas!
Cheers on the horizon.
Gifts courtesy of Oceanna.
And the call me The Scrooge.
Auntie Susie sporting her Mola and Sail Cloth tote.
Greg made Christmas ornaments for everyone out of epoxied sea shells.
Oceanna gifts care of Aunt Mo! She really knew what Oceanna needed.
Back on the lines….
… this beauty decided to take a bite…
… and Daddio reeled him in!
Though we let the practiced pro do the dirty work.
Free filleting lessons for those interested.
Here we are going for an epic dip over 20 miles offshore.
Snorkeling in 200+ feet of water. Not much to see but a bunch of Foy’s in brilliant blue water.
Oceanna looking fine.
Just a beautiful day.
Don’t judge the whiskey bottle on the table. It was for the fish!
Kristi taking her turn at the helm.
Quinner on the drag line.
Proof he made it back on the boat.
Shea, Wayner, and Greggy all on the line.
No doubt story telling.
Let the Sangria begin.
Our newly minted glasses thanks to Quinn and Greg.
Luckily there wasn’t much navigating to be done.
Fresh sashimi from Dad’s Mahi.
Watching the dolphins play.
Having them in the bows never gets old.
Back at rest. Let the aerial tricks commence.
Shea with perfect form.
Kristi throwing down.
Quinner with the backflip.
Look at all that blue.
“Shea don’t run on the bimini…”
Navigational pros. Obviously…
These decorations really were the cherry on top.
The nappers have multiplied.
More of Dad’s Mahi Mahi on the grill.
Dressing up the fish.
Don’t mind the pictures of food. Too tasty not to.
The backdrop is just as amazing as the people.
People taking pictures of people taking pictures. Greg’s favourite compliments of Mom.
Thanks to Quinner for running the Canon for the day.
Kristi pictures are beautiful quality, but questionable content. Ha.
Speaking of stunners…
This may have been the TSN turning point. Greg dished out the Irish Coffees.
These two coordinated their boat attire perfectly for the holiday!
Her sunglasses for the day. My good genes for life.
The sun’s starting to go down, time to head back in.
Just a minute, our completely reliable Captain says we should do one last loop to catch the sunset on the water.
Don’t have to tell us twice! Back out we go.
Brilliant skies for a brilliant day.
The coffees are down, the Sangria is gone, and black and white is in.
No doubt something extremely intelligent is being shared.
And the Blue Steel rolls in strong!
Watch out for that blue dot Uncle Wayne. Mom always ready for the next shot – camera or liquor ha. Quinner just looking ever so dapper.
This is my picture with my oldest brother Kyran. He’s on the other end of the phone, in cold Canada.
Rolling into the anchorage our party was nearly matched by this tour party boat. Nearly, but not quite.
I’m sure they had an alright time on their boat.
A wave to the Ocean King with my brothers Quinn and Kyran.
Almost at the anchor location. Time for the two boaters to jump off the boat.
Momma and Daddio in the Costa Rican sunset on Christmas. What a special day.
Shea and Tash also looking wonderful. It means so much that everyone came down to share this with us.
Anchors down and it’s Panamanian Balboas por los Hombres!
Let the backflipping begin!
Tash, ever so brave, got talked into a backflip herself.
Party lights on.
Party hats in full effect. (Don’t ask how balloons made it into the night.)
Our Costa Rican bowl set coming in handy all over the place!