Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Leap Day


A leap day means a lot of things. A new year cycle. The Summer Olympics. American elections. An extra day in the shortest month of the year.

This year it meant traveling all day. I finished my Nora Roberts romance at 1am and then fell asleep. The alarm was at 6 so I'd be able to finish The Children's Book and exchange it. I woke up at 10:30. We hurried to eat (Chinese buffet, by the way, is nicer than Indian or Malay— more known)— rice, sweet and sour pork or beef, some vegetables… quick food because we were hurrying to the BOOK EXCHANGE to find a book to exchange for Ice Station. I hadn't even started The Children's Book.

Got out of the hotel and walked (~slowly) to a tower where we got the bus and read Getting Rid of Matthew. It's amazing how much you can read while moving— read about 70 pages yesterday while walking the streets— reading only during the stops. We mostly walked.

Penang airport was quick. I still love the security in these countries. 

Reached Kuala Lumpur and finished the Matthew book. It was bought only because of its title. Those of us who know Tae Kwon Do and the irrepressible Matthew will laugh. This Matthew was just as infuriating if not more. Spineless liar he was.

AND… finished Stories for Parents, Children, and Grandchildren by Paulo Coelho (who is in all the airport book stores in scads). I started it in Kerala.

It's such a rush to finish books. I love it.

Waited in the airport for hours. Ate KFC and played UZU on the iPad with a few Malaysian children who were fascinated.

Uzu is a game where you use your fingers to manipulate small particles on the screen. The method of manipulation depends on the number of fingers you use. It's fantastic if a bit boring after a minute, unless you've a) never seen an iPad b) don't have the capabilities to understand any other game. It's fantastic for a group of kids because the game doesn't block up when you have more than one finger on the Pad.

Check in took ages. They had one counter for most of it, and then added a second one about 80 minutes before take off.

Check in at AirAsia, by the way, closes about 60 minutes before take off. It actually did while we were still checking in.

Checked out a candy store and a book store before getting on the plane in a rush. Photographed book covers because there was no other time to remember all the titles. Ran, though it hurt the bottom of my shins ('rug' burns from itching mosquito bites are more painful than the ites themselves), onto the plane.

DOUBLE BOOKING. Two New Zealanders purchased 3 seats and were rather rude about proving it. Felt a bit manipulated by one of them. He could have been ten times more diplomatic instead of acting as if he had all the solutions.

Ah well. It was a laugh.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The Train and Penang


The train came two hours late, at 3:07am.

You wonder how it could have managed it. A rat was crawling around the train station and a couple of cockroaches were scampering everywhere. Somehow I got about two hours of sleep.

And then five more on the train. Top bunk. I'm so grateful for having my punjabi leggings. Otherwise I would have been freezing. But they're warm and I love the bright red of them.

Woke up at 8:30 because we were 'reaching the border.' Met Jesse from the Galápagos. His grandfather owns Sol de Mar hotel in Puerto Ayora. Huge coincidence? He's not religious and believes in the Law of Attraction. He asked me if I was religious like he was asking if I was stupid enough to believe organized propaganda. Very little conversation after that.

At the border we managed to find the slowest people. Not sure if they were the best at their jobs or not.

Train lasted another four hours. A Japanese and British man talked nearly all the way. It was entertaining to hear them.

Reached the station and took a taxi to George Town. Were accidentally taken to Trader's Hotel instead of Stardust Guesthouse. Like Dad said, we don't have enough money for Trader's— big, deluxe monolith of a building. All three of us kids were trying to figure out what happened to Dad to make him take us to an overpriced, snobbish hotel. We like the cheap ones, even if the rooms in Stardust are 7 by 8 feet with no bathrooms. It's cozier here.

And the lights turn off at 12am.

I'd been planning on a night of uninterrupted reading. Ah well.

We walked through the town for a few hours 'seeing the streets' and looking for a 'restoran.' Malaysian is ridiculous in that 'teksi,' 'farmasi,' and certain other words are so obviously taken from the rest of the world. The similarities are interesting enough to make me want to learn it.

We stopped in what is acknowledged as the 'best' restaurant in Penang.

Yeah right. You get a plate of rice and then can pile it with food from a self-serve buffet. Maybe I'm sick of this cuisine. Curry doesn't taste good any more, if it ever did, and I'm sick of rice. Come to think of it, I'm sick of food, period.

Life would be ten billion times simpler if you could solve hunger with a pill. Unfortunately, you'd miss out on taste. The funny thing is I miss proper food the most. You can be nourished, but I miss Romanian food. SARMALE, chicken or tomato soup (the good fat kind), sour cream (sour cream), polenta… it's just not fair.

Reading some Nora Roberts romance novels. I missed my easy books. The ones that you don't have to think on. Even 20th century 'classics' aren't this simple. Reading five books all at once because I'm too tired to finish any one of them.

Soon. Maybe in March.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Stress


Today was a stressful day.

Not the beginning. THAT was fantastic. I woke up at 6:20am and watched about 20 minutes o sunrise before I lost patience with it and went to pack my bag. I love how quickly this stuff is accomplished, but I'd love to know how my backpack has so much stuff in it.

Things are looking well in the 'name day present' realm of things— hopefully they'll actually occur!

We swam/dove/belly-flopped with Toby (happy 5th, Mister!), Oliver, Cosette, Sophie, and Chris, and when Banjo and Jill came in I whisked away the baby and got to cuddle him for perhaps half an hour. He is SO darling. Repacked the bag without the 'bathers' this time (iPod thinks that should be naggers?)

Taxi boat with little Jessica, who has to head to nursery school even if she's just 3.

Then a long boat ride to Suryathani and a bus ride to the train station and made an acquaintance with Irish Andy, who's traveling the world for five months (went from NJ to Montreal and freaked me out a bit by asking where in the USA, where in NY, and where in 'upstate' before we'd fully exchanged countries). He works in a hostel in Germany and took time off to travel.

Stopped at Wut Restaurant and waited there three hours till 8 PM, eating croissants and fried rice and drinking a coconut shake that was fresh coconut (as opposed to dry, which has the flavor most people are familiar with).

Then, as they were closing, we moved to the train station across the street.

Sometimes I find it funny how I get caught up in these worlds and completely forget about the most important details of the day. I guess they're too big to impress upon my mind.

Yesterday they set off fireworks and we talked till 10:30pm about all sorts of things. HUGE fireworks and very close. Coolest fireworks ever because it was a a short show and I didn't have to move anywhere.

Today Ileana jerked back and shattered Ioan's iPod touch screen as we were waiting for the train. A bit of duct tape has prevented the shards from really spilling out, and the iPod still functions, even though a fifth of its screen looks like a shattered window. It's ridiculous how hardy these things are!

And in other really cool news, I can put half my hair up into an inch-long pony tail! The other half forms bangs/fringe. By the end of August I'll have proper hair again! I want to grow it out long again, but I have to get past the shoulder-length stage without losing my patience with it. It always looks terrible shoulder-length. Maybe I'll get layers.

Ahem. You all don't care abotu my hair-do plans, but it's part of what I'm thinking of today.

Our train to Penang leaves at 1:26 am. I don't think there's enough room on these stone benches to sleep.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Chilis and Peppers


Everyone today thought it was yesterday.

We were all trying to figure out what day it is. Tomorrow Toby turns five, so I went to Ileana and said, "Ileana, draw something for Toby for his fifth birthday."

She came up with kitty daFox characters, and I swear she thinks I'm normally drunk or something— because I have a teacup and I look drunk on it. Chris thought I was giving a toast, so that's perfect… but still.

I regret having told her to use her judgement. That said, kitty, as usual, came out perfect.

We were in the pool and I got to mother Banjo a bit and play with him in the pool. He is so sweet and so babyish and I just love it.

I also copied the interview Chris took from me? Took of me? (The semantics are dodgy) and I'm proud to say I only had one 'um' in the first three minutes. I didn't watch the other seven because I got bored of watching myself, but I don't look stupid.

Always a plus.

Reverting back to kitty daFox a moment, Jill says it should be published.

I have my doubts about that, since publishing is nuts, but… it's a nice thought.

At dinner we kind of all were at two tables very close to each other, just talking.

I made the huge mistake of ordering fried rice with pork in curry.

My fried rice seemed to have an entire pepper plant shaken into it (at least twenty full grains of pepper), six green chilis, and six red chilis.

I took out all the chilis and all the pepper and ordered another steamed rice to mix with the half of the rice I hadn't eaten yet and thus neutralize the spiciness of it. I might have been able to keep eating it, but my stomach was churning and so I just ordered a plain yogurt and relieved my poor burning lips (See, it was the lips that were painful, not my poor tongue).

AND, besides all that, I had what looked like a full plate of rice in my plate.

It is so terrible to leave so much food on my plate. I seriously think that if my stomach hadn't been so crazy, I would have finished it just to keep from having to look at that full plate.

Still reading Oliver Twist and I just want to skip all this painful part and get to the nice bits. I fortified myself for Oliver Twist with Pride & Prejudice. I can't believe I ever thought it moved slowly! The first five chapters have so much action in them and so much happens that you're kind of amazed by Mrs. Bennet (you always are, but that's not the point). And it's wonderful to re-meet Darcy and Bingley and all the others. I love this novel and it's just so wonderful to be rereading it again. Slowly, of course, because of Oliver Twist and The Absentee, but… it's nice.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Talks and Waiters


I can't believe it's February 25th! It's now been two months since Christmas, which is interesting. Tomorrow is our last full day at Bottle Beach… I'll probably spend all day in the water.

I'm really glad to be going to a colder climate, though I don't know why. I like the warmth. I have a tan and yesterday's sunburn is immeasurably better— every time I raised my eyebrows I got this searing pain in the wrinkles on my forehead and nose.

And then today I had a long talk with Chris about everything from school to books to my writing— and then got interviewed. It's a bit easier to get interviewed than I thought it would be, but I think if I had to watch myself I'd be writhing in agony from how stupid I look.

Just before lunch I had a long talk (perhaps a listen?) with Mom about me when I was smaller— mostly things I knew but that were more nuanced now.

We also watched Tootsie tonight, and saw a tad of the extras. Dustin Hoffman was talking about how he was treating while he was acting as Dorothy Michaels— he'd get introduced to people off set as a woman, and after the basic introductions, he'd just sort of be ignored. And he actually started tearing up while he was talking about this.

Things have probably changed since the 80s, but somehow I think some things are the same. It's so important to be beautiful when you're a woman.

I'm only halfway through the word count needed for this, and my mind is literally a blank. I hate it when I draw a blank like this because it's not a real blank. It's not a blank where I really don't have anything to say. It's a blank where— "I can't put that down because it's really not on topic," sort of blank. I think it's also the reason I'm glad to be leaving Bottle Beach.

One of the waiters got really tetchy with Mom a few days ago over breakfast— she ordered an American breakfast and started detailing what kind of eggs she wanted, and the guy wasn't paying attention or Mom wasn't clear enough and he took down American breakfast and scrambled eggs, mango juice, etc, instead of American breakfast with scrambled eggs.

Kai, when he gets tetchy, becomes the antithesis what is— and this sounds bad— expected from a waiter. You kind of expect a waiter to take your order and melt away and reappear when you want him. So it was a bit of a culture shock just coming to Bottle Beach, where the waiters refuse to be invisible. They'll start singing random things off key, spinning trays, playing guitar… ask how you slept, shout out your order to make sure you're really the one who ordered it…

So part of the reason is going somewhere where the waiters are invisible again and where you're don't jump every time Kai has a bad day.  (You can tell because his eyes get wide and set.)

Friday, February 24, 2012

Sunburn


Romanians taste like bubble gum. Grecians taste like grease. Turks taste like turkey. French taste like freckles.

The beginning of this discussion stemmed from the fact that the kids are reading The BFG by Roald Dahl. Giants, of course, eat children. And each child has a specific taste. Upon learning that children from Greece are greasy, I asked them what French taste like, what Australians taste like (chewy), and what Romanians taste like.

Apparently we're of the bubble gum variety.

Finished Around the World in 80 Days and started Oliver Twist. Makes me wonder if everyone was as cruel as Oliver's encountering, or if it's just there for literary purposes. There must be some sort of limit!

Haven't written for a couple of days now. It's a bit relaxing, playing with three to five kids all at the same time. Of course, when they all decide to accost you at the pool, and your brother and sister act as if they don't know any better… but I'll stop there.

I have sun burn all over my face, and the rest of me is a very dark tan. I'm not black yet, but I'm approaching it.

Trying to figure out our August and September programs… hopefully everything will work out according to plan.

I'm tired but I don't feel like sleeping. Today felt like a really long day, even though it flew by. It's just that this morning feels like ages ago.

I don't know… that doesn't make sense— in a way, it was a very short day, and in another way it was a very long day.

After lunch we all headed in to nap a bit or read. I sat out on one of the beach chairs— a big, solid mass of wood that is at a fixed incline— and started reading Oliver Twist. At Chapter 8 or so I was so tired I closed the iPod and closed my eyes. I could feel myself falling asleep— it's one of the coolest things.

Your eyes close and you get a bit drowsy, and every once in a while it's like your head drops down another level. At one point you feel a sort of twitch— maybe you'll feel it once or twice— and for a second or two you think how stupid you must look twitching.

But then you're asleep and you wake up and your bottom's all sore from sitting on a hard wooden beach recliner… thing.

The sun burn on my forehead is terrible. I spent three hours in the pool this morning (bad idea) and didn't. Have. Sunscreen. On.

I had my Coolibar on, but no hat. Tomorrow that will not happen.

So every time I raise my eyebrows I get this shooting pain through all the wrinkles.

It's so cool to think I have wrinkles in a way. Hope I feel that way when I'm 30. Or 20… getting concentration wrinkles.

Anyway, goodnight and goodnight!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

More Random


I finished The Odyssey today! Pretty interesting, though I think I might have liked to know more about Ulysses' adventures than about his revenge on Penelope's suitors. 

Then again, about a third of the Odyssey is preoccupied with the suitors. All in all, when you hear about Ulysses, the story of Penelope's tapestry and the sirens and the Cyclopes are all enlarged so that you think that's what the Odyssey's about— the scene where Ulysses slays the suitors of Penelope is a bit of an afterthought. In the epic, about a third of the book is preoccupied with the suitors and Telemachus' (Ulysses' son) misadventures.

That said, Samuel Butler, whose translation I read, sometimes had the funniest passages. 'Rosy-fingered dawn,' 'thus they conversed,' and a few ironical sentences that sound so modern, even if the translation is about a hundred ten years old. I can't recall them now because they were more at the beginning.

But this isn't supposed to be a review of The Odyssey. I started Around the World in 80 Days, which I'm never sure if I read or not, and I whizzed through The Importance of Being Earnest last night and this morning, (which I love. Cucumber sandwiches, Bunburying, and muffins. As well as Cecily and Gwendolen, who are absolutely lovely idiotic).

Since I'm at chapter 12 of 80 Days, I know for a fact I've read it before. Which is a bit of a pity, but it's the only book on the list of Oscar winning movies that I can read.

Had a talk with Mom and Dad today about schoolwork. The gist of it is— you learn for the sake of learning. It inspired me enough to watch some physics videos, but then Oliver, Cozette, and Toby passed by and I actually went and put on my wet bathing suit and let myself be toppled into the waves by four very excited kids. Ioan, of course, was not to be left out.

Oliver, Cozette and Toby are three of five kids of a family that's just come to Bottle Beach. Oliver and Cozette are eight, Toby is turning five next week, Banjo is ten months, and Sophie is eight as well. They're traveling South East Asia for twelve months with their parents, Chris and Jill, and moving more slowly than us— but that makes it a bit more like a vacation, which makes it highly commendable.

Anyway, they were splashing about and trying to dunk each other, so I said, "Try and dunk me."

Always a bad idea. For about half an hour I was attacked from all sides, 'chucking' and picking up and tickling and making sure Toby could still touch the bottom (I had to escape a bit somehow!). Afterward I talked to their dad about our trips and schoolwork— they have a bit more relaxed homeschooling, but then they have years to make up this material, and they've had more life experiences in their three months of trip than we've had in our four and a half.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Random


The music at Bottle Beach has been fixed. The speakers or something haven't been working for the past couple of days, and now they are.

The waiters seem to be celebrating the now-functioning internet and speakers by playing music at volumes loud enough to keep someone awake.

And there is a group of Americans talking just outside the door. I'm going to go get the bathing suits in and then I'm going to figure out just what they're doing there.

Never mind. They're at the back window, on their own porch, and it's not their fault if they think the entire Bottle Beach Resort is awake. The music would keep anyone awake.

I've been reading all of Lucy Maud Montgomery's short stories over the past three or four days. I like the romantic ones best, but her style is lovely. I've absorbed it, but after this I'll be going back and finishing the Odyssey.

And then my Romanian books and everything else. Then I'll read whatever it is I like again, but I have to finish the Romanian books or I never will. I had the bad luck of picking out a book with no plot I can figure out at the moment, and it's a bore. I might switch books if I thought I could find another, because I'm really not in the mood for a boring book.

I tried to wake up early this morning, but I think my circadian rhythm's changed. I had an alarm at 6:45am and woke up to it, then I fell asleep until 7:44. Ioan already had the computer by then, so I lounged and read until 8:30.

I have book reviews to write, now I think of it. I didn't really see a plot in the Aeneid, and The Odyssey at the moment is just dragging on. I'm at Book 17 or so of 24, and Ulysses still isn't home properly. The story, of course, is fascinating, but I do wish the author would get to the point. Telemachus isn't interesting at all.

Had a talk with a woman from San Francisco at the pool today. She was reading The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Folley, I think, and between trying to figure out the name of the book and leaving, we had a nice discussion about books and schoolwork and Thailand.

I say discussion, but mostly I talked. I'm starved for conversation. The moment I have proper internet access I'm going to hunt up Helen and we're going to have a very long conversation on pointless subjects. 

I've decided not to touch the internet during the island stay in Thailand— I told everyone I wasn't going to have internet for three weeks and I planned for three weeks with no internet.

I suppose I should use that one hour's worth, but… I can't bring myself to do it. I could have told Dad that, but by the time he'd bought it it was a bit late.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Steamed Rice


 Lately we've been having steamed rice for lunch. It's only 25 baht for a ladleful, which means it's about a fourth of the cheapest food on the menu.

Mom and I generally have it with two or three packets of sugar and lately, one packet of creamer.

This gives it the taste of 'orez cu lapte'— rice with milk— which is absolutely delicious and which I will eat with eagerness every time it's prepared.

Ileana, like any 'normal' person, has it with soy sauce.

Speaking of which, people in China do not have the sort of soy sauce you find in America. It's something like a sweet non-vinegarish vinegar. It's annoying and disgusting and gave us a shock when we first tried it.

Japanese soy sauce is more like the American soy sauce, but it's thicker.

It's quite interesting to think that soy sauce, which we thought was one of the most generic things possible, is so different across the ocean!

Speaking of generic things… Ritz crackers.

Chinese Ritz crackers are less salty. Thai ones are much more buttery. Come to think of it, everywhere Ritz crackers are less salty than in America, which makes them absolutely delicious. I can't have American Ritz for long without my lips puckering up from the salt.

Thailand also has imitation Ritz— they are flaky, unsalted, and rather tasteless. We have them with Nutella.

Nutella in Thailand tastes a bit more like hazelnuts than what I remember, but only at certain times. The hot dogs in Thailand are also delicious. It might be because we eat them cold, whereas in America we ate them hot and boiled (by the way, you can eat hot dogs 'raw').

What else?

Whereas India takes out all kissing scenes (or most of them) and mention of beef, Thailand seems to slow down certain parts in movies, and hurries up other parts!

They had The Parent Trap playing with Lindsay Lohan, and I went and watched a bit. The scene where Elizabeth hugs Hallie after she comes home from camp is in slow motion, which I don't remember ever being in the movie. And another scene where Elizabeth walks into her bridal shop seems to be speeded up.

India, Thailand, and Cambodia, however, all have subtitles. China doesn't even play American movies, and we weren't interested in TV in Japan or in Tibet.

Actually, India has subtitles only on some channels. Other channels have been dubbed in Hindi. 

But back to steamed rice.

It's the cheapest, fastest food here. Now we have hot dogs and bread, we have bread and Nutella for breakfast, steamed rice for lunch (or we skip lunch/breakfast all together), and then actual food for dinner.

I think I'd skip actual food for dinner completely if there were more hot dogs— I don't know why, but I probably need something that's in the hot dogs, which is why they're so good.

Not sure what I'll have for breakfast. I think I want a rice pudding with fruit…

Monday, February 20, 2012

Paa'nik


December 4th, 2009, during math, I started doodling trees. I liked the leaves— it was a very stencil-like style. I used the fountain pen I'd been using all through the 2009 school year— the school books from then are one sided, because the ink was so dark and the sheets were so thin that you couldn't read properly what was on one side and what was on the other.

I was editing at the time, hurrying to finish everything for Christmas. I'd just finished In Which There Is Edward, which is a story about a very spoiled prince turned into a pirate until such time as he finds his true love.

It's a really weird story. 

But back to those trees. For some time now I'd been wanting to have a project. A real project that would actually persist over the years. I'd been reading Holly Lisle's webpages for editing, and she created worlds— even had workshops for them— and I was obsessed with it.

Dad bought me all four of her workshops (Character, Plot, Language, and Culture), and I worked through the Language workshop on my 15th birthday.

But before that— I decided that I'd have 2-D people, with all sorts of colors based on complicated mathematical formulas (by which I mean long and not likely to be figured out quickly on the calculator by sheer length of calculation). In short, something pretty complicated and ready to fall apart at the slightest new idea.

All those 2-D ideas kind of fell apart. The only thing that persists and is growing from that idea on December 4th is that the people of Paa'nik (Paaah-neek) worship a tree. Tegrete comes from The Great Tree.

The other thing that persisted was the fact that I wanted to call that 2-D world Pen and Ink. 

That changed from Pen and Ink to Pen'n'ink to something else to something else to Paa'nik. The double 'a' means you hold the first syllable for two 'counts', as it were.

Paa'nik's grown. I bought a family tree software after Lion came out because my free family tree software would no longer work.

That free software, by the way, had been translated from German, and didn't really offer much in the way of the 'big picture'. It was definitely enough for keeping track of birthdays, though, which was wonderful from 2009 to 2010, when I had just a few characters— Ziraici and Rizou, who are kind of the nuclear characters of the entire 'saga,' and Ziraici's sisters and children.

Since the new software, though, I've expanded. I started drawing some of the characters, started adding more 'branches'— because the kids had kids… etc.

So now, today, I have 108 people in the family tree. 18 people have pictures, and 24 of them have a story, a couple more are in stories, and other characters I'm not sure where to actually put in the family tree, though they have stories as well.

It's absolutely fascinating. I wrote about 10k today just on Paa'nik stories.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Um


Um.

An interesting day today, but not really anything I'm going to talk about on here.

Besides that…

I was baptized on this day seventeen years ago. Interesting to think this is kind of my second birthday.

Um.

Watched Burlesque.

I like the word. The movie was alright. One thing that has me wondering is how Cher has such a low voice. It's not a bad thing, just a bit unexpected.

I lied. I liked the movie. The songs were good, though the numbers were never something I think I'd ever watch outside of a movie. And Cristina Aguilera is pretty when she's not wearing bright red lipstick and black eyeliner.

Um.

Wrote in my journal a bit— by hand. Hasn't happened in a while, but it was nice writing a page or so of just ideas, not planning out anything.

Scratch that. I was planning out life after the trip, but not in an 'I have to do this' sort of thing, more of like an 'I want to do this' sort of thing. Like learning French.

Now I just need to actually learn French.

Um.

I also realized I am in Thailand. On some almost secluded beach island, in February. 

And even if we're not like most of the people here, who are exclaiming over the fact that this or that is just one euro, or just a dollar, or etc.

We laugh at these people, because we're looking at the prices and thinking how expensive it is compared to what we had in Bangkok.

There fried rice was just 60 baht. Here it's 80 or so, and until you find it…

(The going rate for baht is 30 baht to a dollar. Not even sure what the dollar is to the euro. When we get to Europe I'll tell you?)

Um.

Our bed is sandy. It's kind of because we climb in and out and in and out and the floor isn't very clean, but then again we have cracks that lead straight down to a sandy floor. True, we're elevated, but we don't bother with sandals any more.

So the bed is sandy. I kind of think that might not be the best thing for the laptop, but it's still working perfectly.

Um.

We have a quiet beach. And we can hear the ocean. It's such a lovely sound.

It's been raining for two days… two nights ago I was woken up at 3:30am by Ioan, who accidentally poked me.

"It's raining." He said, "Do I close the windows?"

I remembered the bathing suits outside and just got up to get them before I replied to him.

Ileana was trying to figure out why her mosquito net was dripping.

Since the shutters were closed, we woke up at 10 am.

Which shows just how tired we are, and how important daylight is. When it's light out, I get up at 8. If it's dark, I'll wake up at ten or so.

It was dark this morning.