Yesterday, Brettley met up with us in Bocas. He got in around 6:30pm after some frustration with buses and borders, under a rain cloud, and we quickly sat him down to an icey .99c beer. Of course in the process of catching up and hearing all the gossip from back home and sharing travel stories, I got quite drunk. It has been a while, so....well, I got too drunk.
This morning was painful, the hangover factor was high and it was hard to move for a while, in fact for most of the day. So I spent most of the day on the great rooftop patio, in the balmy breeze, writing loved ones Thanksgiving emails, overly sappy emails in my fragile state. It was a beautiful day today, the nicest we have had here, and of course instead of doing something cool like tour around the islands on a boat (which I think we are going to do tomorrow instead) I couldn't do much of anything. Then it was time to head to the Thanksgiving dinner the hostels put together for all the travelers...even shipped in a turkey! There were so many people there, we had to stand in line for about 25 minutes before getting our plates, but it was worth it! So good, we had turkey and potatoes, green bean cassarole, stuffing, carrots, gravy, the works. The hostel was stuffed full of people so we went out and joined the crowd sitting on the curb, including the friends we made in line who were from Virginia and who are thinking of moving to Oregon. We sang it's praises of course.
So now I am so full and again unable to move, and the boys went out to "get loose," I didn't have it in me again tonight. Boys night out.