I feel a bit like I’m on Gilligan’s Island — we drove for 30 minutes once we left the main road before we even got to the beach part of the island, and the beach house has a TV that plays only sports, no internet at all except on your 4G devices, and only a minuscule grocery store stocked with staples.
Of course, this means that I should be able to get the rest of the damn book finished, right? This is assuming I can avoid the rest of this crazy lot who want to spend their vacation driving around looking for Walmart and WiFi signals! I shall persevere, however, despite the slight discomfort of typing on an open deck in the dewy pre-dawn, with only the gnats for company.
I’ve seen a grand total of 4 people who are not in our party so far … I think we might just come back here next year.