Since I was late getting up this morning, I met the Bulgarian housekeeper for the first time. Picture Zsa Zsa at 67. I made polite small talk while I packed my knapsack and now she's trying to set me up with her 36 year old son. Apparently he's an "engineer of the chemicals", speaks 5 languages and hates the socialists. Perfect! I thanked her but explained that I'm 46, have a 26 year old son (who sadly speaks only 3 languages) and thought that had closed the matter. Even though I had my knapsack on my back and one hand on the 'goose (my bike), she was still talking fifteen minutes later...something about how great socialism is and what's wrong with America (if you don't speak english or drive a car you are no one - NO ONE!). Cat, wish you were here for the discussion - it was pretty much one-sided and she obviously needed a counter-point. Anyway, I finally excused myself by mumbling about a medical condition that requires caffeine before 10:00am and slipped out the door. As I went, she reminded me that her boy is smart, very smart...and dresses like a rich man. Guh.

I've taken it easy for most of today but am now on my way to go sailing on the Banana River. I'm excited - I've never sailed before. I mean, I've been on boats but they've been the 40ft type with a motor for when the wind dies. This'll be a Hobie and I'll actually have to do the work. Can't wait!