AFTER LEARNING ABOUT the dangers of toxic algae bloom in the local waterways, that seahorses develop in a kangaroo-like pouch on the male of the species, and how oysters purify water, we left the air-conditioned building to explore the rest of the sanctuary.
“Make sure you put some sunscreen on,” Ken said, handing us each a water bottle. “Even though it’s winter, the sun is still strong.”
“That’s a good idea.” I pulled a bottle out of my purse and slathered it on before offering it to the others. “I’m trying to take better care of my skin. I don’t want to end up with a bad sunburn like Liam has. I guess that comes with the territory when you’re a redhead like he is.”
Ken pointed at a large pool behind the visitors’ center. “We pump in water from the ocean. You’ll see all sorts of creatu
