viable paradise
“Have you noticed that everyone here is ridiculously likable?”
“Yes!”
“And I say that as a known curmudgeon. I’ve never had so much fun being the least smart person in the room.”
The schedule is crammed and we have crazy amounts of homework, but there’s enough downtime that I’m not going mad. Martha’s Vineyard is an East Coast counterpart to Monterey or Pacific Grove, with lots of shingled buildings weathering to grey, but fewer trees. Birds galore: crows and albatross flying around complaining wittily about things. The warm sun releases good smells from the earth.
Last night we all walked to a bridge across a channel to see glow-in-the-dark jellyfish going out on the tide.
The likability thing: I have had no difficulty striking up conversations with anyone.
THIS NEVER HAPPENS.
