Today I got up around 0815, and started to wander the island. Fortunately, I wandered directly into brunch, where I had a fantastic meal and spent about 2 hours talking with a 60-some-odd year old American expat Panamanian liver cancer survivor about Life, The Universe, and Everything (the concept, not the book.) Then I went to the beach (nearly six feet away) and swam and built a sand castle and went sailing and fell asleep on a hammock. I was very conscientious of my skin, and applied waterproof sunblock several times before heading back to my room to change into a shirt for a party this evening. Again, there was delicious food, delightful conversation, and a roast of the guest of honor including an apparently famous comedian who I'm sure
pezzonovante would recognize immediately but I only vaguely remembered from a few Comedy Central Roasts.
I made it back to my room to discover the dastardly sun had gotten around the sunblock issue, and while it could not breach my SPF barrier, it managed to burn me right through my shirt. I can tell, because there are burn lines at the internal seams, where the fabric was thicker. I have a new appreciation of through-armor criticals. I applied a great deal of body lotion that the resort keeps on hand for just this reason, and tonight I think I'll be fine. We'll see how my shower in the morning goes.