We are still at the Marriott and getting a little too comfortable with the new level of luxury and service. We have been spending our days lounging by the pool or by the ocean, swimming, snorkeling and sea kayaking, during which I cried over my irrational fear of the ocean. Erik thought it was great fun to paddle out to where the waves were breaking, and I thought I would challenge my fear - face it head-on as "they" suggest. So, we paddled out, quite far too, and as soon as we hit the breakers, I froze, freaked out, and cried to get the hell out of there. I shook like a leaf for a good 20 minutes. I can't figure it out seeing as I was practically raised on water (but that's FRESH water...) It's all very logical to me, but Erik thinks I am a coward. Nonetheless, we are loving it here in our little paradise and dreading Sunday when we have to move out and move on.