Day 4
The museum was boring but the tour guide sounded like Mrs. Doubtfire. Spent most of the day taking pictures of the totem figures private parts and the other part of the day wondering if it would be considered disrespectful to post them with quirky little captions and then shaming myself for hiding who I really am and then shaming myself for being who I really am.
My mother turned to me in a diner that used PeeWee Herman memorabilia as decor, pointed to a gorgeous man sitting right across from us and whispered too loud, "I think I'm in love again." I looked over at the man who was pretending he didn't hear us and thought, "Damn, I'm in love, too." In fact nearly all of the men running around (except the afro-ed, white guy in a trench coat yelling at cars) are moderately good looking to handsome to sexpot-ish. So, maybe, the further north you travel the better looking men you find. But, then, many South American men are gorgeous sexpots. So, there must be a bottoming out line, I'm thinking it could be in Texas...
Useful tip: When placing your brand new glass iced tea pitcher in your antique fridge make sure NOT to have the handle sticking out where it may snag on your booze stash on the inside of the door. Or, find a more appropriate place to stash your booze.
In closing, the "Clothing Optional" beach is particularly popular on Sundays, especially with old men*.
*Note: I didn't say the old men were good looking.
-Canadian Castaway
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