I woke up at 7:30am to the sound of rain pouring down on my room's corrugated metal roof. It rained non-stop all morning and I felt grumpy and trapped on an island in a shitty room.
If you're reading this site, you probably know that I carry my camera with me everywhere and use it to take pictures of stuff I want to remember. Sometimes I take selfies of myself so that later I'll remember how I was feeling about something. Usually, I'm pretty good about remembering what my expressions are about this. This one had me stumped so I went back into my diary and looked up the entry for this date. The only thing written is "Didn't smoke any weed." Hahaha.
Hahaha. On my flight back to NYC from Abu Dhabi I sat next a restless, grumpy older man from somewhere in Africa. He couldn't seem to get to sleep and opted to eschew the airline-provided sleepmask in favor of dramatically re-throwing a huge blanket over his head and sighing EVERY TWENTY MINUTES FOR THE ENTIRE FOURTEEN-HOUR FLIGHT. Hahaha. Here's me giving him very worst stinkeye after he elbow-jostled me awake for the TENTH TIME!
Sunday was cloudy and crummy and it drizzled on and off pretty much all day. Here's a picture of what I look like when I'm grumpy and miserable and hate life.
We walked around Long Beach for thirty minutes or so, but Meredith was feeling really crummy (just in case you couldn't tell from the face she's making in this photo...hahaha) and it looked like it was about to start pouring soon. So rather than risk having to do the long walk back over slippery rocks in a downpour, we opted to hire a longtail boat to take us back to the beach near our part of the island.
