Before I attempt to recap my vacation, I must share this thrilling news. Monday = my first day of class. Monday = my birthday. Yes, I just realized this. No, I am not pleased about it.
In fact, I am freaking out a little bit, because the workload already seems crushing and I had grown so accustomed to the leisurely pace of summer. AHHHHHHH!
Okay. Now. Back to Antigua. I did have some Internet, but I chose not to utilize it much, and it was lovely.
Soon after my arrival at the hotel (free room upgrade — woohoo!), I wandered down to the beach. Curled up with a book, I realized that I had been unaware of just how much I needed this vacation until that moment…
…and then I received a text from my dad, telling me that my niece’s engagement was official and directing me to call my sister and congratulate her. Blah, blah, blah. Enter: quality time with the journal.
Oh, and by the way, this was on the bathroom floor.
It was broken. Thank goodness.
Next morning, ’twas time to dive!
My regulator, as it turns out, was assembled incorrectly. (Yes, the regulator which I dragged all the way back to work with me to have it assembled by the dive shop, lest I make a mistake doing it on my own.) I mean, the high pressure hoses were connected to high pressure ports, but the order in which they were assembled made it all but impossible to connect the thing to a tank! It’s still not optimally assembled, but at least it’s functional now.
On Saturday night, I made a last-minute dash to a twenty-four-hour pharmacy to pick up some Dramamine, because I was planning to take the ferry over to Barbuda (which didn’t happen), and sea sickness didn’t sound like much fun. Since I had the Dramamine anyway, I used it before going out on the dive. And I am so glad that I did, because the water was so choppy that I felt nauseated even with the Dramamine… I shudder to think of what would have happened without it!
And someone‘s mask was too tight.
Ah, the beauty of mask squeeze. Looks like I was punched in the face.
As it turns out, diving + sun exposure = exhaustion, because I fell asleep at 8.30 that night and didn’t wake up again until 6.30 the following morning. That is, all the time I would have spent at my niece’s engagement party was instead spent sleeping. Sounds like a great trade-off to me! I woke up to two missed calls from my mom, and a text apiece from her, my dad, and my brother. Apparently everyone at the engagement party heard all about how she was freaking out because she couldn’t get through to me. Good heavens.
Tuesday morning, I wanted to go to Barbuda, but the tour only operates on Saturdays, and I wasn’t about to go through the hassle of taking the ferry on my own. With my luck, I’d miss the return trip and get stuck there! I went to St. John’s to do some souvenir shopping instead. I asked at the front desk how far it was to Heritage Quay, and I was told that it was about a mile. No big deal — I walk that distance, and more, all the time. So off I went.
Um — I don’t know what planet that guy lives on, but it was way more than a mile. And I say this even though I more or less hitched a ride for half the trip. (Yes, I am aware that this is a stupid thing to have done.) Needless to say — given the insane temperatures and my nonexistent sense of direction — I took a taxi back to the hotel.
I spend Wednesday doing what I do best — lying around on the beach / at the pool and reading — albeit in clothes because my poor stomach (ribcage) was sunburned! As careful as I am with my sunscreen, I always seem to miss a spot. And my attempts to even out this sorry sock tan situation were clearly in vain.
Actually, I got a massage on Wednesday. As massages go, it was nothing special, but still. The masseuse asked me how long I’d be there, and I said, “I’m leaving tomorrow.” Her response was, “But you’re still so white!” Um, yes. You say that because you’re looking at my back, which is not the color of a lobster. For obvious reasons, I am not going to post a picture of my stomach… until I get a chance to crop it. And, um, this post will end now, because I am running out of time.
I also totally marked everything in my Google Reader as “read” … three hundred plus posts to catch up on? Cue anxiety attack! So tell me… anything exciting happen to you in the past week?
Tomorrow is my brother’s birthday, so everyone is coming over for a party… Engaged Niece included. Oh, joy of joys!
Have a great weekend.
“We often take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude.”