Down Time

Today I woke up from my 13 Canadian dollar per night pristine room, slid on my green skull patterned shorts and added some blue flip-flops to finish off my simple attire. Slowly, patiently, I gathered a towel, sun glasses, sun block, complete with my book and made my way down to the restaurant to eat my banana pancake breakfast that spoiled me as it's included in the room rate.

After having some water, some herbal tea and a platter of fruit, also included, I sat with my wife as we watched the McCain-Obama Debate. At some point, the debate ended and the sun was fully exposed and blistering at around 31 degrees so I decided to jump into the crystal clear water of Villa Jaya's pool.

My afternoon consisted of entering and exiting the pool, entering and exiting the pool-side shower, and entering and exiting the comfort of my deck lounger to read where I, at first laid on my back, then rotated around like a human rotisserie.

At an unknown time on this unknown date in October, the sun, an intruding blanket upon my blackening skin, became too overpowering and forced me to retreat to the shaded coverture of my room.

Oh, to be away from the Octobers of home.

Suck it Canada.