Pool day. What does that mean? If I got up in the morning (or afternoon) and put on a bathing suit, it's a pool day.
I eat breakfast in the guest house restaurant, next to the pool. I probably eat lunch there. I stay at the pool until I think I'm getting a bit red or until I am ready to move on to something else.
Sometimes I talk. The other day I spent a couple of hours talking to a Dutch man. His girlfriend wandered by once in a while to smear suntan lotion on his bald head.
Mostly, though, I read at the pool. I read at my breakfast table, I read on my lounge chair, I sit on the edge of the pool and read. I slide down to sit on the shelf that runs around the shallow end, and I read. I stand at the edge, with my book resting on the pool deck, my CocaCola Light perched beside it, and I read. I also float a lot, to add some variety to my routine.
That's a pool day.
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