Some time had passed, but I wasn't sure how much. I didn't want to worry, so I didn't.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see them coming from the west. Which was kind of weird, since they had set off towards the east just a while earlier.
I stuck my nose back in my book, and when they appeared again, this time by my side, I inevitably begin to worry. They exchanged a look that could only mean one thing. Trouble.
Andrew's bloody knee should have said it all, but it didn't. Richard exclaimed that he had lost his snorkel gear (which he had insisted we buy earlier the day before). I was not very happy since I hadn't had a chance to use it myself yet. To immediately make me feel better, Richard pointed to Andrew and proceeded to tattle on him for losing his wedding ring. It kind of made the snorkel gear not seem like such a big deal after all. So, that settled that.
They begin to tell the tale of how they fought the ocean, and the ocean won, taking snorkel gear and wedding rings in all it's glory, offering up rip tides, with a side of cuts and scrapes as a consolation prize. It's seems these two (ahem...three) were no match. That's right, I said three.
Cutting them off, I asked where Javier was? They said he came back. I knew it wasn't a good sign, since he wasn't anywhere to be seen. As they get to the end of their tale, Javier staggers in, about 10 minutes behind. As he walks up with a bloody forehead, he shows us his left hand, and in his Colombian accent says, "I los my wedding ring." Laughter erupts from our group, possibly the groups on either side of us too, except from Sarah, his wife. She is not happy, to say the least, not that anyone could blame her.
I, however, am secretly relieved. Things could have been so much worse. You see the riptide had pulled them toward the jagged rocks, the same ones that cost many people their lives, or so the lifeguards say. As Javier soaks his foot in vinegar, he writes down the description of his wedding ring. You know, because sometimes they wash up.
Oh, I didn't mention he stepped on a sea urchin too. Well ,he did, and there was a line about a mile long of volunteers who were more than happy to lend their...well...you know...services...in case he need someone to...well, you know...
A while later, Richard and I decided to pack up and head for lunch just as two Polynesian life guards slip on their flippers and tell Javier they are going to look for his ring. On the inside, I shake my head as if to say, "No way."
As it turns out, this story has a happy ending. As they pull up for rehearsal dinner later that night, Javier proudly sticks his hand out of the car window to show us...
...his wedding ring.That's right my friends, they found it! Good things happen to good people even when life "tosses" them around upon the way.
Richard and I had a great time getting to know Sarah and Javier on our stay, two really great people I'm glad I get to call my friends.