Cousin poses by my bruise seconds after I fell off the deck.. the first time
For much of the trip I was the butt of many jokes because every single day I managed to injure myself. Even when I didn’t leave the condo. On the first or second day in Kaua’i I slipped and fell in the shower, making a huge noise and leaving a long bruise on my inner right thigh. I also stepped in some streams, injured my knee when I fell in a river, cut my leg up at Queens Bath, scraped my legs on a hike, fell off a deck (the same deck twice!), and got some “blisters” on my feet. Now, I would never ever claim to be the most graceful person on earth, but this was getting ridiculous. By the end of the trip there was barely a spot on my legs that wasn’t bruised or scratched or swollen.
On my last day in Kaua’i I tried to make a plea with Cousin so he would feel sorry for me. I proposed that to guarantee that I have just one injury-free day, that he should bring me drinks by the pool and lather my skin with sunscreen while I just floated on the raft all day. Kind of like a really good cabana boy. He wasn’t going for it for even one second. I tried to plea the same deal with Dallas, but mistakenly I did it when Cousin was still in the room and before Dallas could consider and respond Cousin told him I just tried the same thing on him. So no dice. Neither was in. Still, somehow I managed to not kill myself on the last day. And when we were going to dinner I just remember Kristin whispering in my ear “don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall… “
