We rode across the US/Mexico border on a bus, spent about 20 minutes in Tijuana and then caught another bus to a beach town called Rosarito. It was mid-April and we spent the afternoon on the beach. It was pretty windy and a little overcast by the water, so I thought I definitely wasn’t going to get burnt.
I’ve never been more wrong. I wish I had pictures to show from that day – but I got so burnt that when my legs touched, the skin melted and fused together. For the next week, I slept with AMP’s sweatpants even though it was ridiculously hot in San Diego. My skin felt on fire. I couldn’t let my skin come in contact with anything….especially fun when you’re in 35 degree weather and travelling.
And that’s the story of the worst burn of my life – and I’ve learned my lesson – never go anywhere without sunscreen, no matter how overcast it may seem to be.Inspired by prompt no. 1 at Mama Kat’s Writing Workshop this week.