A walk on the beach

Regent and I were walking along the beach on Saturday morning, planning our Christmas Holidays deeply engrossed in conversation, when a wave splashed across our legs and left a horrible sting around my foot upon it's retreat!

The pain was instantaneous! When I looked down, I realised the reason for the pain was the dreaded Portuguese Man of War that was wrapped around my ankle! So, after I did my dance of unwrapping my foot without touching the dreaded tentacles to the tune of Regent chanting "Are you o.k., your foot looks mighty red" ... we continued on our way, with me saying, I'm OK, it's not so bad...it just really stings!

We then came upon the Lifeguard Unit like a mirage in the desert. A simple spray bottle was taken out from the back of the Lifesaving Truck containing something that I believe he called "Sting Go!" or "Sting be Gone" (I was really too busy gazing into my savior's baby blues to actually take note) and sprayed it on my foot. The Lifeguard said that when he saw me dancing around he knew exactly what had happened!

The relief was immediate for both of us...for me as it immediately took the sting away and for Regent as he would not be forced to whip it out and urinate on my ankle (I'm sure that's what they recommended to do on National Geographic)...! So when blue eyes said: "I can tell you are not from here with your accent" , we answered in unison :"We're Canadian eh..."