Continuing on...so here's me in the mountains of NC. By Day 4, even I'm getting a little bit bored. At this point, you have to entertain yourself. At least the married/SO folks have each other. So Mr Wolf (me) decides to see if there's any Little Red Riding Hoods out and about. As I go back to my suite to change into something suitable for walking, there's a housekeeper in my suite. I size her up. The only word to describe this woman is 'round'. She wasn't fat, or chunky, or anything like that. EVERYTHING about her was round. Her hairdo was round. Her head was round. Her face was round. Of course, her bosom was round. Her hips were round. I didn't want to interrupt her so I grabbed the newspaper and waited until she was finished so I could change clothes.
Making small talk, her name was Olivia and she was from Honduras. It's impossible to figure out how old a Latina is once they pass young womanhood so I didn't even try to. She giggled tho. A lot. It was cute. And when her two coworkers came by to see if she was done so they could have lunch, part of me wanted to go full werewolf and devour all three. The feeling passed tho...maybe I'm evolving into a middle aged man now!
Friday finally arrived, I had a huge breakfast, we had our last lecture, and 36 attendees put schoolkids out on summer break to shame getting the hell out of Dodge! Would I do this on my own with my own money? Hell to the naw, but you can't beat free!