I only had one day here before my flight left again to go home. But i distinctly remember sitting on the beach next this gorgeous girl who was telling me about how much she hated that winter weather (95 degrees with warm water and totally sunny) and i thought to myself “self…. you don’t really have to catch that plane back home later tonight”. I regret my sense of resposibility that day, but you’re only dumb if you make the same mistake twice, right?