Yesterday was spent doing what I thought was tanning after I discovered the bike shop was closed. It was more like burning, really. Burning in splotches. It’s sexy, lemme tell ya. I look like I’ve acquired some strange skin disease. Luckily, almost all of the awfulness can be covered with jeans and a tshirt. My arms and face look lovely! Except for the top of my right hand, and my left elbow. I’m apparently the worst sunscreen applicator in the world.

Due to the appearance of sunburn in only the most inconvenient and uncomfortable places (Have you ever burned your armpits? Yeah, I didn’t think so.), today will be spent in my hotel room. Just watching a few joggers go by from my balcony made me feel nauseous. I’ve got a good view, 24 hours of internet, two books, lots of snacks, and a nice breeze, so here is where I’ll stay. Tomorrow morning, I head back to London. Overall, island vacation gets a B+. A few points were lost for horrible sunburn and non-free internet. It’s still in the low 50s in London, so that’s going to be a fun shock tomorrow. Stupid awful city.

— Lauren