pounding surf.

diamond studded sand. what could possibly go wrong?

quick one word answer: nothing.

playing on the beach here makes me think that if worse comes to worse, i could live on the beach, somewhere, reading books and talking to people.

speaking of talking to people, we met an englishman, two swiss, a french and a german. we played the game mafia with them last night. everyone was accusing the german of being the murderer, and his response was:

¨of course you think i´m the killer. i´m a f****** german. i kill people¨

though he´s quite friendly.

there´s also a cat that we named kidney, through a series of unfortunate misunderstandings of the word kitten.

and a monkey that wanted to bite my fricking face off. fatally cute.