I'm slightly out of control!

I already told you that I bought a bikini right? The first one I've bought in 25 years. Well, ooops, I did it again! And I bought more watches too. Did I mention the watches I bought already?

I have now worn my bikini to the beach twice. I've done my exercises (sit ups, stretches, push-ups, etc) with it on, I've swam, and lounged on the beach. No one laughed, or pointed, or ran away screaming. I didn't lose any pieces or flash anyone by accident. It actually felt kindof neat. My tummy is even starting to be a bit tanned!

With that positive reinforcement in mind, and the knowledge that bikinis are plentyful and inexpensive here, I went and bought more; 3 more to be exact. It sounds very decadent. It is kindof decadent. But in all, the 3 cost me about $55 canadian. Not a crazy expense really. And what an incentive to maintain my weight! I might even ask Andre to take a picture when he gets here so I can show you. Yes, Andre is coming on Feb 18!!!

Today I bought 30 more broken watches from the watch repair man who works on the bridge near my school. This makes a total of 60 broken watches I've bought from him. (I will try to remember to take a picture of him on Friday. I'm somewhat uncomfortable about taking pictures of people here. I don't want them to feel like they are on display or something. But I did buy watches from him.) Why did I buy 60 broken watches? Sometime ago, I saw a picture frame in a magazine (?) that was made with watch faces and parts. It looked really neat. I'd like to make a frame like that, maybe for the mirror in the bathroom of the basement at home.

Other than that, the only interesting thing to report is that I've reached my saturation point with men who want to kiss me, touch me, or sleep with me. Of note are the construction worker who has interrupted my exercises at the beach twice to chat and then ask very personal questions about my sexual preferences. And there is Raphael a waiter I've chatted with a few times. Raphael is interesting and even somewhat charming. But today, he asked to kiss me. When I refused he asked me to kiss my had so he could then kiss it. When I refused that he wanted to taste my drink because it was likely to taste like my mouth (cause I was drinking the drink). No, no, no, no. I'm getting better at that word. He said he couldn't help himself, he was dreaming of me. I told him he could keep dreaming, I didn't mind that. Happily he thought it was funny. If I ever go back to his restaurant, it'll be with Andre!

Photos: The ever so charming Raphael. A guy who just lifted and balanced a heavy rock to make an Inukshuk type structure. He stretched his back after that one! Fireworks coming from the "Pirate" ship tourists can have dinner and drinks on every night. Some men replacing the old sidewalk with a new one with an inlaid stone pattern. Some parts of the city are a bit run down. But they seem to be on a mission to make it all nicer.