We are freshly back from Playa Pesquero in Holguin Cuba. Night after night I kept on having zombie dreams - not nightmares, but disturbing none the less. On the second last day I figured out why I was having these ever night: I was living it.
Each morning the guests would emerge from their rooms groaning and mumbling something that vaguely sounded like "coffee... food..." as they shuffled to the breakfast buffet. After they were full they'd start to moan about "beach... pool..." and shuffle towards whatever shade they had staked out in the pre-dawn hours (that's another story). Then around high noon they would descend on the lunch places in yet another feeding frenzy. Shuffle back to the beach or pool, then back to food for dinner, then the bar, all the time in their ghoulish bright pinks and purple sunburns that would make them look like a bunch of burn victims. Day after day. It was like a strange mashup between Groundhog Day and a zombie flick.
People are so strange. Last night I didn't have a zombie dream. The lack of dream was lovely.
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