More observations:
1. There have been a deluge of men wearing speedos on the beach. I checked and they're a bunch of Italians. This reminds me of the numerous naked Italian men I've unfortunately encountered while going on vacation with my grandparents. They, of course (being Germans who run around naked all the time in their city parks), thought there was nothing wrong with it but I was scarred for life.
2. The bathroom and "toilet room" in my hotel room have strings which you pull and lights go on. I like to step inside the door and pull the string and feel that I've been announced like in a Broadway play or at someone's wedding reception.
3. I've been doing a lot of thinking today and while I'm still not sure who I am, I'm starting to figure out who I am not. Here are some of my observations:
-- I am not a person who wears a really skimpy bikini when I should wear a towel covering my entire body. I wear the towel proudly...thank you.
-- I am not a person who sits on a bar stool by myself and drinks "rum punch" until I near fall off and then throws up dangerously close to the swimming pool. (That's the 60 year old lady in the skimpy bikini.)
-- I am not a person who stays where she's not wanted.
-- I am not a person who eats onions -- even if your mother calls them "chives" in an attempt at subterfuge.
-- I am not a person who wears makeup to the beach.
-- I am not a person who "parties" anymore. I'm way past that stage in my life and I'm never going back to that again.
-- I am not a person to walk by a bookstore without going in.
-- I am not a person to judge a guy because he's wearing a speedo and smoking a cigarette with a beer in this hand -- I'll judge him harshly for a lot of other reasons.
3. I agreed to buy a coconut from the machete guy. Not just because he was carrying a machete around, although that didn't go unnoticed in the transaction. He chopped away at the top of the coconut and poked a hole in it and then handed it to me. He then got a cup with ice in it and I poured the coconut water in it. Delicious. Then I asked him to keep going with the machete and cut open my coconut so that I could eat the soft insides. He was a little perturbed but he did so and even made a clever little spoon out of the outershell. Very good. I think he felt that I really taxed him for that $10 and I don't believe he'll bother me again anytime soon.
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