Submitted by Florence Chee on October 16, 2006 - 9:00am.
Coming back from Portugal this past Summer, I was miserable. I know what you're thinking--'Portugal', and 'Summer' should not be in the same sentence as 'miserable'... but here's why:
One sunny (but windy) day on the beach, a lapse in judgment, and I was cooked. Red as a lobster. My back, on fire... my humility turned up a notch (but you can never get enough of that)... kind travelmates assisting me with my overhead luggage because it hurt way. too. much. Afterwards, one must also wait out the period of molting and living the life of a lizard.
