It’s pretty here. But hot as balls doesn’t begin to describe it. Actually, I don’t even think it’s that it’s all that hot. It’s that it’s so damn moist.
As we walked out of the hotel last night, one of my colleagues said, “Walking outside here just feels like being licked. And not in a good way."
Apparently, there are things to do at night. Me, I’ve been cuddling up with the TV. I caught the end of Forrest Gump. I love that movie. I watched the Bachelorette. I hadn't seen it in years. She's so cute!
And you guys, I watched Hoarders! For the first time! I flipped back and forth. I can’t handle the hoarders I really can’t. It's just so sad.
I don't know if bread pudding is a thing here, or it's just coincidence, but I'm pretty sure I've eaten my weight in bread pudding since arriving. With rum sauce. I mean the pudding. Not my arrival.
And tomorrow I go home. I can't wait.