Log 8

I have become very acclimated into the life on a ship at sea. But there is still one thing I have not gotten used to. The service. When we go to the dining areas, there are waiters that clean up after you. At Maine, I am used to taking my stuff to a conveyor belt. But here, the waiters watch the tables and when we finish eating they come and get our stuff. Sometimes, if we time it right, we can find a time when the waiters are focused on other tasks, and we can clean up our own stuff. Everyone tries to, it is just that most of the time, one of the waiters catches you in route and takes it from you.

After getting back to the ship last night, I felt great. This morning I woke to find about 15 bugs bite between my legs and hands. What is comical is that the bugs didn’t attack my arms. I have one bite on each of my hands, but nothing on my arms, and to answer the question I can hear you asking, I was wearing a tank top. It was a really good idea on my part to pack some cortisone. I guess I should have added another round of bug spray when I reapplied my sunscreen. Speaking of, I managed to get away with minor burning on my shoulders. Probably due to me missing a spot with the sunscreen. My face, neck, arms, and legs are sunburn free. I will chalk that up to a successful day.