It's damp

Well, it's so damp in my hotel room that the cover of the soft book I'm reading curled up tight while I slept. While I watched during a particularly intense downpour yesterday evening, the water outside my patio door rose at an alarming rate, coming rather close to running under the door.

Almost as wet inside as it is out (keeping the compressor on helps with the humidity, but then I'd need to wear wool), nobody seems to mind. In fact, the locals are gleeful as the rain continues. Even the wedding party and guests staying in the hotel make a run for it to the shuttles in all their finery with surprisingly good cheer.

Our visit? Going well. All I can say ...