Cartagena again, springbreak

Happy Easter.
Not too much to report this break.

La flaca and I went to Cartagena after finding a hotel at the last possible moment, which means a couple things:
A. I got gouged. I do not want to admit how much I paid for the two nights at this hotel, but let's just say there are better deals to be had even during the high season.
B. The hotel wasn't the best. It was however, an all-inclusive deal, which means the food is on them. And it tasted as though it had been on them, especially on Pedro, the guy who cleans the bathrooms. I don't even want to write the name of the hotel, it was such an overpriced shithole.



anyway, it was a nice trip, we went to the inquisition torture museum, which didn't cost hardly anything but was way overpriced. I had a nice time, but am a little embarrassed to say that the only thing I feel I accomplished on this trip was the turning of my skin to a very very bright neon pink color.
I have been out of the sun for a while, and after a couple hours in the sun on the beach in cartagena (prepositional phrases for all) I became a new color. It still hurts. And by this I don't mean that it hurts when someone slaps me on the back and says, "Nice work closing the Hertvinschtinker deal, Guy." But it hurts when the earth revolves around the sun. It hurts when my small intestines squeeze old food matter. It hurts all the time.

Oh, it rained today. I know this seems like the most mundane of all mundanities, but people who have eeked out a living in BQ, will understand why I make this observation. Today was the first time it has rained at all since late November.

So stay dry, keep away from the arroyos and eat your eggs.
Fpp