The day so far…woke up at 6 AM. From outside a pounding noise. Repeatedly. Twenty minutes go by before I go out to investigate. It’s a little boy bouncing a soccer ball against the wall of our hotel two rooms up the terrace. The same little boy who came down yesterday to our French doors and began rattling the bolt lock and messing with my art supplies in my outdoor studio that is set up on our private end of the terrace. He has two sari-wrapped nannies that follow him around and indulge his every whim. I asked him to stop bouncing the ball. That didn’t work. Scott walked over in his bathrobe, grabbed the ball, tossed it in the pool, and came back to our room by 6:35 AM. We can’t order breakfast until 8AM. Scott created some digital art while waiting. Me? I read some pretty amazing thoughtful letters sent by email. Thank you!