These young mancho men were plotting and executing their performances for the maximum effect of show.
This is Juan, with the Pretty Eyes, as Anne and I referred to him. He is undoubtedly the one responsible for the cannonball/tsunami that caught me unaware and drenched the back of me just as I turned away from the pool. Talking with Juan later, he seemed like an intelligent good kid.
Be bold and courageous. When you look back on your life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the ones you did.
So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover.
Mark Twain, of course.
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