Two Parrot Fishes and Too Many Nicknames
Aloha family a me friends, "Come over her...Don't be scured...Go down de road. Up de country...See her hur and how she curs bout it...Mah Sistahs!!!" For the sake of it, I don't think I'll ever get over Bermudians accents and the people. This place just cracks me up every single day. And "if your phonebook listing inclues your nickname because no one knows your given name, you must be Bermudian", holds so true as we go out and see our friends around the island...Flesh, Country, Grapes, Skins, Bootsie, and Foxdog. Given names? Don't ask me. I got no idear. But really. Names are so so important. This past Saturday prior to the baptism starting, Sister Pennock and I were cleaning up seaweed from the cove and we hear some noises from the water. We look up and see a giant blue parrot fish right in the cove and super close to the shoreline!! I look at my companion and I'm like "This is a hoailona (or sign in nature). It's gonn