This morning I woke up with a tiny my grain. Karen and I went to a bar on the beach last night and I had a couple of mangotinis. We decided we would go down to the beach to see if some sun and a quick nap would help us both feel better.
After a quick liquid breakfast we were just heading out when we got a phone call from the front desk. We had apparently scheduled windsurfing lessons on our way home, and then we completely forgot about them. We raced down to the lesson cabana and the instructor was the cute young guy who Karen had been talking to at the bar! LOL! That explains a lot! I am already a wonderful windsurfer so he got to concentrate on my friend and she is finally able to stand up on her board.
Tonight I am staying in and catching up with CNN, Fox News and the Bachelor. I have missed so much in world affairs while rediscovering myself here, and Karen has a date with a certain young man who teaches windsurfing. I might even have a lil’ in-room massage. I am sure that is what Röbby would want me to do. Maybe that is even why he called 36 times today.