I think I’m beginning to see the camera I brought as a curse for several reasons.

Instead of enjoying a performance, I take pictures, usually not of magazine quality. So later I can have a bad picture of an event that I forgot because I wasn’t paying attention to it, but the camera instead.

Also, during the party tonight I took pictures instead of mingling. It broke the ice, but I never got to know anyone better. I would come into their orbit, snap, snap, and then move along after a few minutes of conversation.

I sleep now. No scuba diving tomorrow, no excursions. I finally get to sleep late.