About an hour later I was almost purple is some spots. Oh, and it was painful. Luckily no blistering, but it was bad. After several treatments with creme and aloe and tea bag (its suppose to help the swelling) I was feeling much better, but I looked closer to an over cooked lobster.
After showing Elizabeth and watching her face cringe I knew how stupid I had been. As I walked to the living room to get some water Enock, one of the staff, asked if I had been running. At first I was confused and then he pointed at my red arms, he thought I was flush from exercising. I said no mwen espere, mais pas vre, solel ap boule mew. Meaning I wish, but it is not true, I got sun burned. Clearly confused by this comment he grabbed my wrist and brought me into the kitchen where Elizabeth and Carlito were. He kisa (meaning what) and pointed to my skin. Elizabeth explained to both him and Carlito for awhile. At the end, they still looked confused, but they mainly wanted to know who or what forced me to stay out in the sun for so long?
Clearly, the idea of tanning is lost on a group of people that so highly value lighter skin tones. Oh well they definitely got a good laugh at this blanc for that.
Emotional state: incredibly pissed that I let myself get so, so burned
Goal: to practice logical protective measures against the sun from now on.
