Taking my bags back in hand, I start moving towards where I remember there was a number of places to eat. I know my memory is good, Mother used to praise it all the time, so I'm not worried that I'll go wrong.

"Does it ever get warm here?" I'm not really that picky, but it would be nice to be warm. The ocean is so cold, but then you know that, I just think it would be nice to not have to wear so many coats and layers.