Woke up too early and have been hanging around the apartment with the kids, figuring out jet lag. When we opened the balcony door, this is what we saw: a parade of young partiers making their way home after a Saturday night. Oh yeah, it's 7 am. Marlowe to Raf: Are they just going home? When did they sleep?
Raf: They'll sleep on the beach today.
Toto, we're not in the Oaks anymore.
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