For the first time in my life, I went to a (beach) resort, on my own, on my initiation, and had a blast of a time there tanning(!) and listening to local music and patronizing the local food and drink outlets, without for a moment feeling a smidgen of guilt for any reason whatsoever. The trip also included a reggae festival festival inside the resort.
Point of interest: the house we rented had no room for privacy: we had two bedrooms, connected by an arch, and a private bathroom, also connected by an arch, with curtains on it (no door). The idea of an 'open' bathroom with nothing to hide is not as emancipating as it sounds, let me tell you that.
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