Cheap island, two resorts, voucher for dinner.
Dinner and there’s a musician, some kind of giant. Dinner consist of cool little mini fruits. Mini kiwis, mini watermelons.
Walking with dad on wet hard ground, shallow water on both sides of us.
I say something that dad takes as insulting. I reassure him that we’re stoked on and appreciative of the trip and I tell him that we’re going to go hang gliding and snorkeling.