Although the eight mile run we had all agreed upon the night before (at 3:00 am) sounded somewhat less appealing, Rizzo still laced 'em up and went for a run along the beach, while the rest of us lazily hung out on the deck. She made it back just in time to join the four of us on a walk through the forest/swamp/river.
Following a trail through Fink's back yard, we didn't really know what to expect. We entered the really cool looking forest, and soon found some trees that were just asking to be climbed. We answered the call, and soon Fink and Boca occupied one tree and Nick and I the other. Thankfully, Rizzo was there to document this event, as well as make sure we all got safely down. The forest halted abruptly, so Nick and Fink peeled off their shoes and entered into the swamp, sinking deep into the mud, releasing the smell that we later referred to as coming from the gates of hell. We followed closely behind - everyone in their bare feet - through the stinky muck. Fortunately, I had decided to wear my Chacos, which allowed me to maneuver through the swamp relatively unscathed. By the time we got out of the swamp, they all smelt reeeeaally bad and were covered in (probably) disease-filled mud. Man, talk about lack of hygiene!
We then continued to hop into the river with the intentions of walking to the ocean. Well, it was further and slower moving than we had thought, so we turned around. Considering we'd brought along two cameras, three cell phones, and two book and moleskin filled backpacks, we were very careful not to fall. Nick, however, came darn close (see picture in attached link). When we were getting out of the river (not an easy task), I video taped all four of them exiting onto the bank, but, to my dismay, they were all successful.
We got back to Fink's and they attempted to wash the filth covering their bodies while I relaxed on the porch, clean as a whistle and smelling great, like always. It was around 4:00 pm by now, and we were hungry, so we decided to make some burgers for... lunch, I guess. We played Bananagrams while Nick prepared the burgers, and they were fantastic. We also watched the first half of the Wales - France Six Nations game on YouTube. Go Wales.
The rest of the afternoon was spent with more relaxation - mostly naps and reading. Eventually, we got a game of Settlers going, and Boca pulled out a fairly easy, but deserved (as well as lucky - three victory points in five cards, for all our fellow Settlers) victory. We decided to play another game, and you won't believe what happened:
Ladies and gentlemen, after countless (although we roughly estimate somewhere between 50-100) games played, and countless efforts that have come up short, I am proud to report that...
Rizzo won a game of Settlers!
It was a glorious occasion, and all sarcasm aside, congratulations to Rizzo. It was very much deserved. We then started dinner - Rizzo cooked the beef, Nick prepared the shells, lettuce, and tomatoes, and I grilled the chicken. Fink got glasses of water for everyone, and Boca was making sure everyone was in good spirits.
We sat down by about 11:00 pm, and devoured everything on the table. We were all pretty exhausted (although I don't know why, we had been up for about 11 hours at this point), so we decided to watch a modern avant garde film (thank you, Fink) called Bronsan. It's about a famous English prisoner who loves fighting, to make a long and extremely confusing story short. It was an extremely odd movie. It didn't really have a plot, but had some really cool shots and good acting. The more we discussed it after, the more it grew on us, but I'm not sure if I would recommend it. We were all in bed by about 1:30 or 2:00 am. 'Twas a great day.
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