Beach Vacay

I spent a week at North Myrtle Beach with a wide assortment of my friends-- one or two from the Paris program, a couple more from the London program, and then strangers or people I'd heard a lot about from the birthday girl, Jess.

Sunburn managed to get my back and face, but it's now turning a golden brown. If you look past the awkward finger streaks of white (where I'd attempted to cover up my skin with sunscreen), I have a rockin tan and I look healthier and like, not dead anymore.

My Holga saved the day, every day-- even though it's now covered in sand, I got my film past two airport security lines with no problem. On the way out, I had to also get the camera hand-inspected because it had film inside. The security guard made a not-joking remark about Soviet-era cameras, and I nervously laughed something about not being a "Commy". Eeps.

We'll see if anything turned out when I get the film developed.