Okay, now I'm here. I sit about 30 yards from the water having breakfast, enjoying the Caribbean winds. It took almost 24 hours to get here from the time I left my apartment, but that is all behind me, like most of my adolescence.
Well, I wrote that then I went to say hi to the bride and groom and ended up doing some light yoga as the waves rolled onto the shore and the breeze lifted my sweat into the wind. I haven't even taken a picture yet. That's how comfortable I am, already. Accept the screen-grab from above as my postcard apology.
I'm not going to be able to supply a full post today. We'll consider this post a semi, a chubby, over as fast as it began; equal parts shame and brevity.
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