Fun!

Day six in Bermuda and I'm dreading the idea of leaving. Is it leaving Bermuda, or is it leaving Bill? It's both. I want to bring him with me. 

Last night we continued the non-stop thrill ride of our relationship when we drove all the way back from Horseshoe Bay (or is it Beach? Anyway, the one with the word "Horseshoe" in it.) in the dark on the scooter with no working headlight. I said "we" but what I meant was, Bill was driving and periodically shouting back updates to me. They were all the same: "I can't see!" to which I kept replying, "You're doing great! Just stay between the lines!" to which he kept replying "I can't see the lines!" 

Ah, romance. 

There were lots of helpful drivers along the way, all of whom stuck to the same helpful line: "No light!" to which Bill switched up his lines and yelled back one of two things: in the beginning, it was "I know!" but by the end it was "No shit!"

We both agreed it was one for the (unintentional) bucket list. For really, there should be two bucket lists for everyone - the one you make, and the one that makes you. We keep adding to the latter of the two. 

Either way, I am having a lot of fun, even though my skin is crispy red and he is working 12 hours a day.