So I just returned from a fabulous trip to The Bahamas via Carnival Cruises and Sixthman. And what little treasure did I bring back with me? A shirt? A magnet? Nope! A cold! As Jon noted, “Who catches a cold in the Caribbean?” Well, me apparently, but I’ve discovered the agent of my current unhappy physical state: a dolphin. My friend Alan and I decided on the dolphin interaction excursion at the Atlantis Resort in Nassau. It was all fun and games until it came time to mack on the lovely creature for a photo op. That Sasha dolphin gave me the notorious Rhinovirus! Grrr!
A lesson to the wise–do not French kiss a dolphin, no matter how much she may smile at you. You’ll regret it!
(Poor, unsuspecting victim)