Despacito

You’re a dedicated reader. You follow the maps. So you know we’ve moved a lot. Covered some ground, put in the miles, changed the oil a few times. Being on the move was great. You get why Bonnie and Clyde enjoyed it so much (the travel, not the robbing and murdering. What? Bad example?). But we’ve been in the same place, in the exact same apartment, with real walls and a full sized shower, in the exact same town for nearly three weeks now and we’re remembering how lovely staying put is. Don’t get me wrong - it makes for a more boring blog, no doubt. We haven’t had so few updates in months!

But you’d need a much more talented writer than I to spice up our daily itineraries around here. It mostly starts with a slow morning; there’s iced coffee, B plays chess, I read the news and my book du jour (the Kindle purchases are becoming a line item in the budget!) Then there’s the transitional time where we go back and forth from the couch to the patio talking about the weather and the people who seem to be getting dressed up to go places - where are they going?

One o’clock is typically the time that we decide between two options: a) go to the pool or b) go to the beach. With the victory over the self-inflicted food poisoning, our ambitions have skyrocketed and we almost always choose the beach. A whole bike ride away, we usually congratulate ourselves for the huge effort with some lounge chairs at one of the local beach clubs and some very dedicated people watching, which inevitably leads to enough commentary to fill a Planet Earth episode. It’s gotten to the point that we’ve come to recognize all the beach vendors; and for the life of me, I cannot conceive of the person who wants to buy cotton candy at the beach! I mean, you can’t knock the guy’s hustle; I just think his entrepreneurial efforts could be better rewarded if he sold something more context appropriate.

And that’s kind of it. That’s the schedule more or less. So you get Tina Fey or Amy Poehler in here and see how they can make that witty and sassy for the masses.

We’ll do things. I promise we’ll do things. Until then. Keepin’ it beachy bro.