I woke up early and went running. Even though it was only 7:00 am, the road next to the beach was packed with fellow exercisers, which made me feel pretty white, or at least kind of Type A, honestly. Sometimes it's impossible not to inhabit stereotypes, I guess.
I passed a pink house and remembered a family story about how when my older sister was a kid, she used to threaten to run away to her imaginary pink house. Apparently she was throwing a tantrum in the car once and my father dropped her off at a pink house he happened to be passing at just that instant, conveniently enough. Part of going to a family reunion is wondering how your parents managed to raise four or five kids who were all under the age of 8, when one or two seems like more than a handful. Or in my case, three cats has pretty much stretched my parenting skills/resources to the limit.
Further up the road, someone had put a top on a statue for reasons that weren't exactly obvious.
The road seemed to stretch out to infinity, and it was already very hot. There were also a lot of for-sale signs, which may or may not be a symptom of the economic climate, which I suppose you could say is not very hot. At the same time, it's true that most of these houses were built within the past 15 years or so, after the older houses were torn down. I guess if you have a couple of million dollars to throw around, it's a buyer's market. I decided not to think about real estate or the economy as I went for a swim, which is one of my favorite things to do after running. Which I realize isn't exactly an earth-shatteringly unusual thing to say, but nevertheless, I enjoyed it.
On the way back to the hotel, I resisted the temptation to drink from the proffered bowl, although I was in fact thirsty.
The hotel welcomed me back with its sans serif font and tasteful decor, and soon it was time to go.
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