Thoughts from Playa Blanca by guest bloggers Heather and and Jane All that could be heard was the lapping of the warm Caribbean waves and the gentle snoring of our friend Steve. Suddenly we heard a shuffling sound. We looked up to see Steversquos shoes sidling towards the waterrsquos edge in an attempt to drown themselves in shame. lsquoStop stop donrsquot do itrsquo we shouted