Hot and Humid

I am sitting in a ultra-modern, super nice hotel room in San Juan Puerto rico right now. I am trying not to sweat, listening to some of my tunes on or complimentary iHome, glancing at the infinity pool out the window that drops off into the ocean and endless starry sky... while police sirens blare in the background.

"Well, this IS Puerto Rico"

They are partying downstairs like an episode of My Super Sweet Sixteen set in Miami. I, on the other hand am savoring my last moments of technological connection to the rest of the world by checking my Facebook on my mom's laptop (I didn't even bring mine). Sad, I know. The worst part is... I will probably go straight to bed once I am done here.

I knew it would be hard for me to disconnect, but I am anticipating a larger challenge than I originally thought.

We were in the San Juan airport waiting for our baggage and I kept hearing the ring my phone does when I receive a text message. At every ring, I compulsively reached for my pocket before reminding myself that my phone was safely turned off in my bag (to avoid excessive roaming charges and such). We got into our taxi, and again I heard the noise. After falsely accusing Jeff of ignoring his phone, I realized that in fact,= my phone had gotten turned on in my bag and it was I who was receiving text messages. Unfortunately, they were from an unfamiliar number and someone who really loves Caitlyn... because they have reiterated it in every text they have sent me over the past month regardless of my consistent lack of response. STOP TEXTING ME.

Anyway, I have returned my phone to it's off position and I am crossing my fingers that Caitlyn's lover hasn't costs me an arm and a leg in fees. In the meantime I am going to pull myself away from this screen and enjoy the first part of my vacation by sleeping when, and for as long as I want.

If only the air-conditioner wold kick in...