After a hectic week, ending with a day that felt like a week in and of itself, my friend Jenni and I headed for the pool for a much needed break. I read a little, watched the sunset, took a million pictures of the sunset, swam and floated in the pool a bit, and talked with Jenni a bunch. It was a relaxing, refreshing evening.
Man in sarong (why?) blowing a horn that sounded like what I always imagined a shofar to sound like. Except it wasn’t a call to worship or sound of victory; it was to draw the tourists in to the night show, which fortunately, we could not see from where we were.