I realize now how long posts rarely get read.
One night I was sleeping in my home on the beach (which was a tent--see "arrival on the isle" for details).
A whopper of a squall came across the water and blew my home down...with me in it.
The next day I interviewed for a job at the Sheraton (I didn't get it cause I kept staring off into space from lack of sleep).
It was the longest night of my life.
5 days later I was living with a 70 year old Mexican man named Ludlow.