I shot a gun. And I hated it. Shooting one did not help subside any of my fears. Kelly and Sam were headed to the “shooting range” to sight in their rifles. Kelly thought it would be the perfect time for me to tag along and shoot his 22. We showed up at the “range” and there was already about 10 other people setup and shooting. This “range” as I keep calling it is a field filled with rednecks and homemade
targets. I shot 5 rounds and was finished. I couldn’t stop physically shaking. By the time I was ready to try again, another 15 people had shown up. I questioned Kelly about the safety and sanity of the situation and he reassured me that it was perfectly safe. Not sure when I will shoot guns again. The only way I would consider it is to go to an indoor range. Not a month after we were at the outdoor range, I heard on the news that I man was shot in the neck and leg and almost died at that exact range. A woman knows best!
While we were cruising the Caribbean Thanksgiving weekend, I was looking for opportunities to check another one off the list. On the boat, they have a cool little wine bar called Vines. With the purchase of wine, you get free tapas and/or sushi. Tapas! On our last night we got in our best dressed and headed over to vines before dinner. I selected a white wine flight and Kelly got a red wine flight (a sampling of select wines). With that we got three types of Spanish appetizers: a lamb lollipop, (I was excited to see that since they have them on Top Chef all the time!) cheesy focaccia bread and lamb rib chops. It was all very delish! 9 down, 21 to go!
