Wait, was I just complaining about how juicy that mango was? Here I am enjoying this great breakfast of freshly brewed local coffee, crusty baguette, eggs, and an amazing, perfectly ripe mango, and I'm focused on the little bit of juice running down my fingers. Yeah, sometimes I catch myself being ridiculous. What I worry about is all the other times I don't notice myself being ridiculous. Absurdity, I suppose, is just part of the human condition. We try to cover, with nice clothes, polite language, decent haircuts...well, I cut my own hair, so I don't even have that. Which by the way did I mention I need a haircut? Yup, day 34 of 38 I definitely need a haircut. And it turns out I didn't count the extra day of flying to get home, which means trip is actually 39 days. I should have made it 40 days just to be in solidarity with Noah and company. I wonder if Noah thought to bring mango on that boat.