While spending the whole day in (or more accurately in front of) a first rate restaurant, bare feet in the sand, listening to the waves lapping at the beach, eating great food, drinking great cocktails, letting my Neo-cortex just lounge about, I finally figured out, that in my last life I definitely must have been (drum roll, please) a sea anemone. It just soooo makes sense:

Sea anemone and Susanna (OMG – Our names start even with the same letter, now it’s getting uncanny!):

Love warm oceans. – Check

Strongly prefer sedentary lifestyle in an nutrient rich environment. – Check

Eat the whole day, by simply outstretching their arms. – Check. In my human form I might add a “por favor” to the waving.

Are highly sensitive to environmental changes. – Check. Proves that I should stay here in Mexico, better yet in this very restaurant…forever!

After a few years of bleaching, recovery seems possible. -Check. My hair looks really way better now.

Asexual reproduction. – Hmmm, not yet. But nice to have an alternative, if the conventional way doesn’t work out.

So Q.E.D. I’m sure you all see me in a tooootally different light now. And I’m sure the whole reincarnation therapy-posse is really relieved, that at least someone was just an invertebrate in their previous life, since the cool historical figures all already claimed several times over.

…..Well, yeah, I seem to have a bit too much time on my hand, but this is basically Tobi’s fault (come on, who else’s), who is sporting a headache for some hours now and is thus very monosyllabic. No one to talk to, all iPhone games already mastered (and the others deemed not worthy of mastering, of course).

BTW Tobi insists that his (in the last days quite frequent) headaches derive from a reduced intake of caffeine and not from an increased intake of Margeritas

Keagan had a rough day too. He woke up with a severe craving for gummy eyeballs. A horrible treat he got to know and love at Walas’ place. They say they only have it for Halloween, but we all know these Americans and their weird tastes. No gummy eyeballs in all Mexico. Then at the restaurant a dog (cutest little puppy) stole (gasp!) one of his french fries. Does the pain never end? Oh, and Keagan wants you to know, that a few days back he walked into a post. Our little daydreamer didn’t look where he was going and the next thing we heard was a resounding boom! Keagan made us take a picture of his gargantuan (but against all laws of nature invisible) boo-boo.

I think by the way Keagan will have quite a hard time readjusting to his Aarau-life. He is by now used to people just melting because of his cuteness and commenting on it too. I overheard the following conversation:

Mexican tourist at the pool: “Olà Bebe. You have very beautiful eyes, do you know?”

Keagan: “Of course!”

Yeah, let’s hope they have some humble pie on the dessert menu.