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dearest Nevis,

i have logged more miles in the last week than i thought possible on this 36 square mile island. i think i could have circled ’round you at least a dozen times by now. after spending months on a bicycle, it’s much different to enjoy your August humidity from the driver’s seat of the MUA van. whew, it’s hot.

another month down and MED 4 is just around the corner. i stayed on island over break and volunteered to help relocate new students from the airport to the dorms. and from their hotels to the dorms. and their parents from their hotel to the dorms. and back again. and into town. and to the bank. and to pick up groceries. i feel like i know the main road (and most of the hotel managers) like the back of my hand. there are still too many potholes for my liking.

hurricane season is trucking along. haven’t had much our way except a lot of rain and humidity that has me sweating through two shirts. i keep telling the new students that if you can get through August, the rest of the year will be nothing at all. December will feel downright freezing at night.

i am happy and tired and happy. MED 4 is going to be tough.

your friend,
`J XO