Jim gets on his inner Jacques Cousteau and goes snorkeling while I get on my inner Lena Dunham with my kindle poolside, A great book that made me realize my OCD is worse than hers. I had a fall in the gorgeous ocean and found sand in places I didn't even realize were still places. I must have had some in my eye, because I swore I saw a dorsal fin two feet from shore. Tonight is white night around the pool, which means everyone wears white and eats..white food I'm guessing? I will have consumed 14 cows by this vacation's end, but it's OK..Because as I mentioned earlier, Ft. Lauderdale is an hour by plane, and it's still closer to the dining hall, pool, and ocean than our room is! Oh Club Med, I've missed you! Bon Jour!
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