Today was a day of firsts. It marked the first time our ceiling fan was turned off since the day we moved in. It was the first time I have fished in the Caribbean. Furthermore, it was the first time I have broken a drinking glass...from the inside. This last event occurred while I was washing the dishes and tried squeezing my hand inside the glass to clean it. Apparently the pressure was too much for the glass to take and it split, slitting my little finger in the process. I was a little concerned that this would mark the second time in my life that I would require stitches, and not just because "washing dishes" would make for the absolute least masculine scar story ever. Fortunately, it did not require any, and my only Dominican stitches thus far are from a basketball injury.

The turning off of our ceiling fan was a similarly frustrating event, as we had requested that it be fixed about a month ago. The switch for the fan looks like it was from the 70's and it was broken on the day we moved in. We had sent several emails asking for the fan to be fixed so that our $300/month electricity bill would be slightly diminished, but apparently it took 4 weeks for the landlord to send an electrician to use needle-nose pliers to turn the fan off. We don't like to complain too much about island life, but there is definitely a truth to the notion of "island time".

After I returned from working out, Genny wanted to take a quick study break to walk on the beach and recharge her batteries. I suggested then that we scout out a fishing area for later in the evening, which is where we took the following picture:

We then returned inside where Genny resumed studying and I readied my tackle for a first cast. The weather was still a little muggy around 5 when I went fishing, but by 6 it was very comfortable. The inaugural fishing trip was cut short by a lightning storm off the coast and my realisation that holding a 15 foot long graphite rod probably wasn't the wisest idea. Though I didn't catch anything tonight and the trip was shortened, it was still a relaxing evening to sit on the beach with a Corona and some music and learn how to cast a 15 foot long pole as far as possible. Hopefully after I buy some more line tomorrow I will be able to cast out far enough to lure in some nice snapper.

Dinner was a skirt steak and bell pepper stir fry on a bed of jalapeno and egg/tofu-fried rice. Genny wanted me to include a picture, so one is featured below:

The rest of the night consisted of Genny reviewing her 400 slide PowerPoint presentation worth of neurology for her practical on Thursday while I caught up on global news and scouted out a few more graduate programs to apply to.
Lastly, here is a picture of a little pup that Gen obviously felt obliged to play with on our walk:

Thanks for bearing with me tonight ladies and gents.

Will