Utila: accepting my fate being barefoot and celebrating halloween.. on the beach?

Halloween was the 3rd night we were on the island. For $10 we were offering a plate of food and unlimited rum and beer, totally in. Somehow between diving our hostel managed to find bits and pieces of clothing, face paints and other random bits and somehow we transformed into acceptable Halloween creatures.

With inspiration from the discovered face paint, I decided to be a fox for this supposed spooky holiday. The previous night I had lost my shoes for the third time, so I accepted my fate of being a barefooted backpacker and went into the night even more fox like. It was odd celebrating Halloween on an island, drinking rum, running around barefooted in the warm rain that this Caribbean island offered. No pumpkins, cold weather, house parties, little trick-or-treaters, instead people from all over the world celebrating in the only way we knew how.

I even decided tonight was the night for the glow sticks Lacey gave me before I left. Being that friendship had started using them as a way of finding each other when we went out. I explained their purpose to my little crew of lions, indians and other various characters which made the night even more perfect.