Pool Day

After a couple of active days, we decide to relax a bit and play this one close to home. There must be a fresh load of tourists in, as even though I am at the pool by 7:30, most of the best squats are gone (or, more accurately, marked with stuff, as it’s pretty much just me and the pool boy). I manage to find a space around one of the smaller pools and get a few hours of Kindle time in before the boys finally show up. They aren’t down long though before the skies open up and it starts to pour.

Nothing clears out pool chair squatters better than a good rainstorm, so while Angela and I ride things out in the hot tub, the rest of the people scatter like roaches when the lights go on. When the clouds break and the sun comes back out, we could have our pick of spots, but it seems like too much effort to relocate. Other people are not so lazy however, so as things start to fill back up, we get a new set of neighbors, who decide they have a tremendous amount in common with the couple next to them and start in on a conversation that will take the rest of the afternoon.

As the day progresses and the empty beer cans pile up, things get increasingly louder, and significantly more obnoxious. I can’t do the whiney East Coast accent justice, but a few snippets that are burned into my memory:

“Well I do speak Italian because I lived there for a year. And when I go back to see my friend Francesca, we stay in her apartment which is small, but right across the street from where Lady Di used to stay.”

“My German isn’t nearly as good as my Italian, but I met a German couple in the elevator and noticed she had a Prada bag, so I had to ask her where she got it”

Is it evil to wish bad things on someone, even if they are really, really getting on your nerves?