We spent the last 5 days here in Pabooba. I am badly sunburned but am closely approaching the itchy-peeling phase. Poor George is practically vibrating with anticipation because he's a peeling-lover. He's like a "Night of the Living Dead" cannibal that I have to fend off with a garden tool.
I wish this photo could do this place justice. Opulent is a word that comes to mind. Everything about this vacation was perfect, except that there were a few too many work colleagues hanging around, and I've had better food in my life.
But having no responsibility other than to sit in a pool or on the beach and be served cocktails?
I don't think life gets any better. I'm glad we went despite my sour grapes.
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