We awoke the first day to pouring rain without any sign of letting up. For an average group, this would have kept everybody inside, but not the energetic bunch on our trip. There was no stopping us. Our food was served that morning, as was every other meal of the week, in a cute rather large cabana. Seeing as it was an eco-resort, the windows had wooden shutters over them that were raised at different degrees based on the weather. On cooler rainy days the shutters were opened at roughly thirty degrees. On warmer sunny days, the shutters were opened at a ninety degree angle to the wall. Since it was raining that day the shutters were at a lower degree, but a boathouse could still be seen. This boathouse helped many of us brave the fear of heights.
As we were all deciding what to do with our day, swimming was ranked at the top of the list. So, we all ran to our cabana to change into our swimsuits and head to the dock, where many found the perfect wetsuit for them. However, Jackie’s and my cabana was at the top of the hill; this made us the last to return. When we were finally done, we quickly dropped our towels off in the dining area and headed for the dock. It was still raining, which meant I required a rain jacket even if I was about to swim. So, I pulled on my hood and followed Jackie’s steps. BAM! I ran face first into the shutter. No hand in front. No warning. I turned, a little dazed, and walked back inside. I put some ice on it for a few seconds, and then realized I was missing the fun. I decided I could handle a busted lip, but could not handle missing anything. I sucked it up and decided to head back out, this time, without my rain coat. I managed to jump off of the boathouse, busted lip and all.
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