I just don't tan.
Never have, never will.
I thought I had come to the realization my Senior year of college when I would join my friends to the tanning salons, only to come out a slighter redder version of myself. Not brown, no, never brown. Why it took me to long to learn this? I don't really know.
At that point, I decided to embrace my pale. And I figure, my 50-year-old self will appreciate my decision to wear sunscreen every single day.
However, I seemed to forget this marvelous idea when I was in Hawaii. While I went through 2.5 bottles of sunscreen and reapplied often, it apparently wasn't enough. I was told after the fact that 30 minutes in the Hawaiian sun is equal to 3 hours. Hmm, that would mean there were days that I spent like a bajillion hours in the sun. Ouch.
The 2nd day there was when I got scorched. More so than last time at Ryan's BBQ. We were surfing and the board must have rubbed all of my sunscreen, particularly right around my butt and stomach.
I blistered. I couldn't really sit without wincing for 3 days. It sucked. I'm now peeling like there's no tomorrow. It's not pretty.
But, I didn't let this affect any part of my fun! Just popped one of these and I was ready to take over the island.
BTW, the trip was amazing! More details to come.