Once upon a time, there was a girl who needed a tan. So she and her her friend escaped the cold, grey castle of New York to go to a dive resort on a teeny, tiny island off of Roatan, Honduras....
...and it was perfect... and the first day, the breezes were warm, the sun was bright, and the sky was a stunning blue... 
... and there were lots of banana-flavored drinks by the water... and all was good... and the girl who needed a tan was very, very happy...
The first dive was on a fabulous reef on the north side of the island... and the girl who needed a tan put on her wet suit and saw beautiful things.... like a reef wall from 70 feet below the surface...
... healthy, stunningly colorful coral...
... lobstrocities... 
... gigantic crabs hiding in crevices.... 
...freakishly massive moray eels...
...and of course, lots and lots of fishies.... 
...and the girl who needed a tan and her friend were happy, swimming and frolicking in the ocean depths...
...and the group that they went diving with was super-cool...
...but the second day... the clouds rolled in... and the girl who needed a tan (and her friend) were seriously bummed out, because they didn't see the sun again for their entire trip...
...but they still had fun, especially at breakfast ("what boys talk about at bars over drinks, girls talk about over tea at breakfast"), and at the "Fiesta Night" that the diving camp threw.... (The girl who needed a tan was assigned #32 in the crab race, but lost... miserably)...
...(but after a few more banana beverages, had a ton of fun dancing with the locals)...
...and on the flights home, the girl who needed a tan realized that she *still* needed a tan... so she and her friend decided that they had a fabulous time, and they'd only change two things (the lack of sunshine and lack of boys)... and so they called "mulligan!" and planned to return to the little island off of Honduras... to get a proper tan... 
...(to be continued... as soon as possible...)...
