PS. Some Pics...

Creepy "Superstition" puppets...


The ISland Princess!!! My home for six months...



Seats in the Princess Theatre. Muchos lovely...



Matty and I... representing in the UK and the NY!

... stole some pics from Shmatty. I swear I'll get a camera ASAP.

Aruba, Jamaica, oooh I wanna take ya...

Another day, some more paradise. But I must say, I do not feel guilty for indulging in sme enjoyment, for our cast truly deserves it. AT LAST all of our shows are open, and this is the first day we have had completely off in ages. So it only seemes fitting that almost everyone jumped ship as soon as the Island docked in Aruba. Super Bowl Sunday, we care not of, for tis Super Beach Sunday. Let the tanning oil slathering and daquiri drinking commence. Around noon, a large group of us hopped into a cab headed for the highrise resort strip, which is right along the goregous pure white beach. Though we got scammed on the fare (60 dollars for 10 minutes? PLEASE!) it was all worth it as deck chairs were arranged and pure nirvana was discovered. I'd have to say the highlight was our fabulous beach side meal. I'm not talking any 5-star gourmet nonsense. Just the simple fact that it was not a buffet salad bar or room service (yes one does tire of room service) was enough to have me jumping for joy. And man, they sure do make some fine vegetarian quesadillas here. A few hours later and five shades darker, our fried brains decided to high tail it on back to the main road beside the pier where they are having Carnival!! Huge parade was underway, and even as I type, I can still hear the rumbling from down below, fanfare and thumping bass lines. It seems as though the whole island turned out for this event, and for good reason. I'd take this over football any day.

But do not fret that in all this sun worshipping I am not doing anything of cultural value. Yesterday I took part in my very first tour. The location: Cartagena, Columbia (pretty sketchy, I do not deny it). The tour was a speed boat sight-seeing adventure through all the fortresses of the Island. WHich would be very cool... if they had ever been used. All I got out of it was these massive defensive posts were constructed in the 18th Century... and never actually operational as Cartagena was never attacked. At least we took some pretty pictures. And my skin got some good exfoliation from all the salt water sprayed upon me.

Two more days then I arrive in Ft. Lauderdale, FL. Another day of shopping for all the nonsensical things one would never think they possibly depended on for survival until stuck out in the middle of the ocean. Let there be Target. Let there be Whole Foods. And let there be a purchase of the oh-so-despised flip-flops. For I have come to learn that cruising and stilettos simply do not mesh.

Till next time, peace, love and Aloe Vera Gel.