A picture is a worth a thousand words. I didn’t take any good pictures, so I present you with (what might as well be) a thousand words. “I’m at a pay phone, umm duh duh duh”, I diligently echo the lyrics of the Maroon 5 song that Andrew plays in the shower as I lie half-awake at 7:30. An hour later I rise to our bus ride to Tybee Island. I sleep for the first 1.5 hours of the 3 hours journey, then I play a peculiar spies and agents card game with Kaan, Daniela, Taja, Andrew, and Isa. It took me about two and a half rounds to figure out what was going on, in the meantime we arrived at Tybee island. After an excellent Chick-Fil-A lunching, we headed to the beach. The Atlantic waves are great beasts, I had to become a lot more c(l)oastly (wink/sincere apologies) acquainted with saltwater than I ever have before. We timed the waves, made excited screams as we tried to jump at just the right moment, and more often than not found our noses clogged with that special brine. Gwanpil, Devan, and I played some touch football. We stopped after it became clear I too easily confused my wide receiver Gwanpil for our fellow beach goers. Anyway, I whisked away the next few hours in the air conditioned environs of the local store place with my dear friends Alan, Kaan, Andrew, and Andria. Another wade in the water and we left sand soaked at 6:00. It is hard to capture a feeling, but on the bus ride home I saw the orange-blue sunset and felt as the bee might when it has visited all the flowers it needed to and returns home. And its home is the hive, sweet nectar of friends and memories, all that.
-Pranav
