I went to bed last night at 10pm. I got up this morning at 10am. For those of you not too savvy with the numbers, that is 12 hours of sleep.
I told you I was tired.
Here are some photos of the sun coming up that Bob took for me. Bob knows the chances of me seeing the sun come up are slim to none, especially on vacation.
We stayed up too many nights talking with Sir D's brother and his wife about very important and world changing things, like if you really do pee on a jellyfish sting.
One night we stayed up till 2 am. We almost had the whole Palestinian/Israeli thing worked out, but we decided we'd better get to bed.
Monday I'll tell of 'The Day the Sea Vomited Jellyfish.' Until then, enjoy your Easter!