I woke up to the ultimate Nancy Drew moment this morning.
In later Nancy Drew PC Games, Nancy often has a “thing of the day” note left for her detailing the tasks that she must complete before she can go back to her sleuthing. When we arrived yesterday, we discovered a note on our bed with instructions on how to access the internet (including the billion digit password) and how to access the outdoors (through the door, though with the blue key). This morning it was all about the garage door along with some particularly tasty Banana Nut Muffins. Must get the recipe…
Before leaving for PEI I was warned about two things: first of all, the Island is mildly lacklustre (word courtesy of The Boyfriend) if you do not have a car in which to get around. It’s a fairly small island so hopping between cities and beaches is probably your best bet if you want to see interesting and beautiful places. Definitely better than what we had in mind, which was walking and biking and hoping for the best.
I wasn’t terribly worried as I figured, if worst comes to worst, at least we would have a relaxing ten days together in a beautiful area. What I didn’t take into account was the second thing I was warned about:
Swarms and swarms of Mosquitoes.
They descended upon us like the plague as we attempted to wander through a sunlit path in the forest and, I’m not going to lie, we fled in terror. I thought The Boyfriend had been greatly exaggerating when he told me about them. I mean honestly, I’ve been to camp, I’ve been out in the woods, I’ve experienced the 100++ mosquito bites, how much worse could it get?
Much worse. Much, much worse.
I don’t think I’ve ever been bitten on my ear lobes until now. So, by the end of the day, the count was looking something like this:
Gaby and The Boyfriend: 0
The day could have been better, I suppose. We could have found our way to the beach and simply lazed upon sandy shores, dipping our tired (and possibly smelly) feet into cool waters and letting the tide lap at our ankles. It could have been great.
Unfortunately, I was born on Purim (jewish holiday of misrule) and my stars are completely misaligned, so naturally none of that happened and we got rained on instead. Actually, we didn’t just get rained on; we got caught in a torrential downpour. And what do mosquitoes love better than humid weather?
Tasty, wet humans after a rainstorm.
And, naturally of course, by the time we got back to the house?
It was sunny again.