After a delicious breakfast of egg burritos made by the Johnson brothers, we set sail for Barbuda leaving Green Island and Antigua behind. Our sails were reefed and our spirits were high as we hit the open water once again. The waves were a bit rough today but we proved to be salty dogs with iron stomachs because there was not one burrito fatality. Once we arrived at the flat island known as Barbuda we methodically flaked the sails and covered them in no time. Round two. Mexican night has always been one of my favorite dinners and the fact that it was our second burrito of the day made it, oh so much better. My compliments go to the chef but a deep apology to the headmaster.