Too much of everything -- noise, traffic, sun (!), fatigue -- led to a meltdown. Mine, of course. Just getting our stuff up to our condo was a challenge, especially since all the carts and shopping baskets were being used. I managed to grab one as it was being returned but we still made several trips from our vehicle.
We shopped for groceries and I realized as I tried to put them away that this unit is jammed with the owner's stuff, intended to make our stay comfortable but producing the opposite effect. There's the usual beach stuff and fake plants cover every available surface. Enough dinnerware for a family of twelve. Pots and pans jammed into every drawer. Tupperware all over the kitchen and squeezed layers high into storage space. Office supplies in the bedroom. Redundant everything, with the possible exception of sharp knives.
I whined and complained, and Bob wisely said nothing. I did resist the temptation to pitch it all off the balcony, so I am still a free woman this morning. Later today I'll see what I can stow away, and where, for our time here.
I do like the comfy Turkish style carpet in the living area, soothing to my over-stimulated senses.
