So I have layed out at the pool for the past two and a half days, and it has been hard work. I, by nature, am not patient enough to sit still for periods of more than a few hours; and my skin is not content to be broiled so unmercifully, either. But I am only here for three days, so I wanted to have a tan to show for it. I need a tan. My skin has been winter white, for way too long. I am yearning to look like I spend all of my days outdoors doing things like hiking and biking and climbing mountains and lounging on islands in Greece, as opposed to spending all of my waking time indoors huddled over my laptop coaxing good things to come out off it.
So I started off with SPF 15, and immediately switched over to SPF 20 when I realized that SPF 15 was nothing. And then realized that I had to break out the big guns and raided the box of tube samples I was bringing to Brazil, for the tube of Neutrogena Ultra Sunblock in SPF 45 that comes in a oval tube with nice soft touch finish that we are considering for a new project. But despite slathering my skin, ever hour, in white cream that would barely rub in (!), I am still burned. My knees especially. And sunburned knees means the skin is all tight and then it hurts to bend them. Which makes me walk like I have arthritis.
Which is sad, because I love the sun. During the winter, I always swear to myself that if only the sun will come out, then it will be a good day. And then, when I go someplace where the sun shines every single day, its too much for me. I can't handle it. My skin rebels and claims its Welsh heritage and gets all burn-y within minutes. Ugh.
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