At the beach, women dressed Bob with their eyes.

Bob, please put on a bloody shirt.
Another break from Copa Mundial 2006 (although I caught Spain's riveting comeback). Beach life is glorious: fresh papaya for breakfast, beachy hair, Bertrand Russell, and beddy-byes.

Happy feet!

As I floated in the ocean, I sang Radiohead lyrics at the top of my lungs. My brain is suffering from stimuli overload, as I also vaguely recall shouting "GOL!!!!!!!!" at the Radiohead concert.

The importance of sunblock

Sleeping on the beach

I learned how to make quick ensaymada (and just ate the bibingka)

Bow down to my Wolverine beach hair!

I am without shoes

En el aeropuerto, a kiosk had a sign that said "Snacks on the fly." You know it had it coming...