Burnt, Burnt Bottom

I spent the day after thanksgiving eating an amazing Thanksgiving dinner complete with stuffing, mashed potatoes, a really large chicken we pretended was a turkey and a couple bottles of vino.

It was as perfect as Thanksgiving can get in a place so far from my hogar.

I spent the day after the day after thanksgiving eating leftovers straight from the fridge and complaining about how bloated my stomach was. Just about perfect.

The day after the day... you get the idea... i spent laying naked around a pool in 85 degree cloudless weather. Thus the burnt, burnt bottom. But the redness, slight pain and the inevitable peeling is all worth it considering a spent a full day without clothes in one of the most relaxed places in Argentina: Santa Clara, the pueblito outside Mar del Plata.

It was a vacation in every sense of the word: from eating too much to being naked too much, it was everything i needed to break up the paper writing and god-awful presentations in Spanish.

But now i have returned to my concrete jungle and reality to discover i am not yet done with... ugg... responsibilities.

So i am buckeling down for a few more days, putting a few more papers and worthless presentations under my belt before i can officially take my burnt behind on vacation.