Until I find the bed bug bites, that is. Two typical fang-style bumps on the left hand. Left arm. Right arm. Bilaterally on the hips too. Sets of two or three. Itch. Itch. Naturally, dad doesn't have a single one.
Today is our first stop in San Juan, Puerto Rico, where we are supposed to dock at 3 pm (after 900 nautical miles, or 45 hours at 20 knots). The seagulls have arrived - we are getting closer to shore. Maybe they brought the bugs too.
We have breakfast. Daddy looks rather content at his ocean-view table. The Inca-looking trumpet of the Marcus Miller band is here too. The 17-year-old trombone who played with the New Birth Brass Band, with his father. The big-haired Armando Something bass player of the Eldar trio, together with the drums guy whom I'd never recognize on his own. Romero LuBambo with his whole family, a bunch of kids, a woman, friends.
We could attend the 10-to-12 autograph session with Dianne Reeves and James Moody, but lounge instead on the upper deck, where it is very windy, but also warmer than yesterday. Guys are practicing on the basketball court. Later in the week, there will be a shootout with Marcus Miller. Later today, there is a cooking class with Marcus Miller. What a guy. I hear he plays music decently too...
En tous cas, il donne de sa personne.
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