Why does it always have to be you?

I managed to coax myself into sleeping for 7 1/2 hours last night. I always fall asleep easily, but have a tendency to wake up and stay up. But at least for the duration of this trip I'm managing to get 6 1/2 or more hours a night. Because of the long sleep, I had a somewhat shortened bike ride, but I made it through the day nonetheless. We don't do much here.

We sit on lounge chairs by the pool and read is most of it. We arrange an umbrella so I'm in the sun and Ronnie is in the shade. I turn my chair facing in the opposite direction from everyone else, enduring the good-natured ridicule. Aside: One of my favorite moments for adolescence, and face it, how many of us have any favorite moments from adolescence, was when I did something, I don't remember what but something, that amused and stirred up a large group of people and I muttered, "There's one in every crowd" and my friend replied "Yeah, but why does it always have to be you."

Honestly, being on the beach is nicer. The view out into the ocean is more pleasant than the pool and (very nice) hotel grounds, but the beach requires a relatively low level of wind to prevent umbrellas flying around and it's been very windy the whole time. Nonetheless I am getting very tan. I kind of can't help it- my skin just does that. I'm a careful tanner though- annoyingly thorough with sunscreen.

I'm reading a book called You Gotta Have Wa, about Japanese baseball. Very entertaining and interesting. A good vacation read. In the evening we went to the movies and had a mixed bag kind of dinner at the Ice Box, noted mostly for their desserts and specifically Key Lime Pie. The dinner was okay- one dish way better than the other, the service pretty uneven, but the pie? Heavenly.