Good things come in pairs :)

Like Swedish Pilots. I saw Michael last night. I have never felt so stupidly giddy over a guy I barely even know. Maybe it's because he is beautiful. So was his friend Kendrich. Also Swedish. I am beginning to love Sweden . . . pilots, fish . . .

And so, after much trepidation, (you must forgive today's post. It will prove to be very trite indeed.) I have found out that I do have a type! - trumpets sound -

In the States, I like guys with dark hair that make me laugh. In the Caribbean, I like light-haired quiet guys. Hmm. Have I always been so well rounded?

Floated in the Ocean today. Laughed with snorkeling sister about things touching us under water. She freaked when an anchor line touched her leg. Maybe the mystery Turkish weapon was a rope.

Cheers!