Polkadots

     I’ve begun to judge the quality of my outfits based on how many people ask to take their photo with me. Yesterday, nothing, today, crowds were forming. I’m out of the muumuu, for the moment. I bargained a couple of shop girls down on some cuter numbers that weigh practically nothing and allow me to feel naked, while still being fully clothed. The more costly dress got way less attention. The cheaper one is polka dots. Maybe it gives off more of a welcoming, cute, hey come take my photo vibe. I finally have three wearable things that I don’t have to suffer from the heat in. I was wearing the muumuu at every moment, even to bed, and I was getting a little grossed out by it. It’s clean now. I’m clean now. Not for long. You sweat sitting still here, and I’m only comforted by the fact that everyone else is equally as drippy and disheveled.

I didn’t swim or bike today, but I did sleep until ten, watch The Hangover 2, and do laundry. Things are feeling happy. Bike ride tomorrow! There’s a cave here with hot springs and mud baths inside it. I’m gonna go get dirty next week.

This is the view I’m looking at right now as I type this on the rooftop of my hostel. Heck yes.